Music: Addison Grace/Luke Arens
Every time I open my mouth
Words start to spill out
And then I start to drown
It feels like everybody learned how to swim
And I somehow missed the lesson
Where we learned we are fish
Just get over it
Just get over it
Everyone's making their faces out of clay
But I've never been great with my hands
I don't understand
Just get over it
Just get over it
Just get over it
Just get over
Get over, just get it
Just get over it
Thought I'd grow out of it
Tangled the VHS tape, it started to break
Distorted the ending, had to find meaning
In static on a screen
At leat it was pretty
Just get over it
Just get over
Get over, just get it
Just get over it