If I ever say I'm over you  The unsentimental things I do  Will have driven out the ghosts,  Somehow,  And pulled me through    If I tend to disregard your touch  Well, it seems to me it would be  Such a waste of time to let this poor heart  Feel that much    But sometimes a photograph  Can make me cry or force a laugh  And somehow the memory  Of how complete we used to be  Is keeping me from you    If you ever hear me doubt the past  It's a simple fact; we didn't last  Run aground on hard times  While the good times flew too fast    I'm not sure if we can make amends  This may be the way out story ends  With too little left for lovers  And too much for friends    But sometimes a photograph  Can make me cry or force a luagh  And somehow the memory  Of how complete we used to be  Is keeping me from you  So don't believe it's true  If I ever say I'm over you