One, two, one, two, three, four. It's tearing in the place where my heart once stood And missing you, baby, ain't doing me good It's lying and gnashing like teeth in my head And there's times in the night I feel better off dead So I'm over you, tell me what good does it do Cause I'm drunk and drinking and he's at a quarter to two Cause I'm over you Well, he's serving you drinks, he's dishing up smiles When it's part-time, baby, those minutes mean miles Well, he's a watchdog girl, don't you understand That while he's barking up your tree, the boy's got new plans So I'm over you, tell me what good does it do Cause I'm drunk and drinking and he's at a quarter to two So I'm over you, tell me what good does it bring I empty the bottles, I fill up the ashtrays and say Cause I'm over you, and you're over me When we look at the truth, well, it's ugly we see I'm over you, and you're over me When we look at the truth, little girl, well, it's ugly we see When I read to you, baby, from the book that you wrote I got a choked up feeling in the back of my throat Was it a lovesick virus or the night in my news You're saying backpacks and every bitch set the bricks loose So I'm over you, tell me what good does it do Cause I'm drunk and drinking and he's at a quarter to two So I'm over you, tell me what good does it bring I empty the bottles, I fill up the ashtrays and say So I'm over you, tell me what good does it do Cause I'm drunk and drinking and he's at a quarter to two So I'm over you, tell me what good does it bring I empty the bottles, I fill up the ashtrays and say So I'm over you, tell me what good does it do Cause I'm drunk and drinking and he's at a quarter to two So I'm over you, tell me what good does it bring