Get Up, Get Over

Oh, get up, get over
Oh, get up, get on
Oh, get up, get over
Oh, get up, get on
Said you meet me at this party
I got the message on my phone
Saw you leaving with somebody
Now I’m sitting here alone
I tool my chances
Losing all my senses
But I don’t feel like dancing romancing
Waisting my time
On all this talking
Thought we could have something
But you’re gone in the morning
No warning
So
I’ll get up, get over
Oh get up, get over
Oh get up, get on
Oh get up, get over
We’re the lucky ones
Summer’s almost over
And we’re almost done
So get up, get over
Oh get up, get on
Oh get up, get on
Oh get up, get on
Waking up after the party
Now you show up at my door
And I don’t need you to say sorry
’Cause I’m better on my own
You took your chances
Losing all your senses
But I don’t feel like dancing romancing
Waisting my time
On all this talking
Thought we could have something
But you’re gone in the morning
No warning
So…
I’ll get up, get over
Oh get up, get over
Oh get up, get on
Oh get up, get over
We’re the lucky ones
Summer’s almost over
And we’re almost done
So get up, get over
Oh get up, get on
Oh get up, get over
Oh get up, get on
Oh get up, get over
We’re the lucky ones
Summer’s almost over
And we’re almost done
So get up, get over
Oh get up, get on
Oh get up, get on
Oh get up, get on