Testo: Spunge. The Story So Far. It's Over.

Your clothes are on the lawn, all ripped and torn.
Something that youve said.
Made her want you dead.
I dread, to think what shes got waitin for ya.
You said youd take her out for missing her birthday.
Take her somewhere special and that was meant to be
today.
And your dead, your dead.
And the only thing you sure of,

[Chorus]
Its over, its over.
You know that this time its over.
And your the one to blame.....

Youve called her on the phone, shes not at home.
She might be screening calles, when it comes to yours.
She ignores them and maybe thats a good thing.
Maybe you should try n act a little older.
Having major doubts, but she still hasnt told you,
its over.
But shes colder, and you know her.
So your pretty sure that.....

[Chorus]
Its over, its over.
You know that this time its over.
And your the one to blame.....

[Chorus]
Its over, its over.
You know that this time its over.
And your the one to blame.....

Its over, its over, you know that this time its over.
And your the one to blame.......

[Chorus]
Its over, its over.
You know that this time its over.
And your the one to blame.....

Its over, its over, you know that this time its over.
And your the one to blame.......
Its over, its over, you know that this time its over.
And your the one to blame.......
Your the one to blame,
Your the one to blame,
Your the one to blame,
Your the one to blame.