Why do I still write why do I still callnWhy do I still think there's hope for us at allnThese are the tings I hate but they're the things I do to get over younSunsets make me cry old pictures make me grinnBut I don't really care to see your face againnThese are the things I say but they're so hard to do like gettin' over younYou gotta believe that there's a reason that we surrender up our heartsnBut there's a vantage point and it takes some time to findnWhere you can see how all the pieces fit as you watch 'em fall apartnnNow I don't think it's right and you don't know what's wrongnMy heart keeps asking me just where do we belongnIt's not as though my life ain't hard enough to do try gettin' over youn[ guitar ]nYou gotta believe that there's a reason...nnNow other people say stop living in the pastnBut when there's nothin' left it's your memory that lastsnIt's later than you think but still this isn't through this gettin' over younNow it's later than you think and still this isn't through this gettin' over you