I was fine with the men
Who [bad word] into her life now and again.
I was fine ‘cause I knew
That they didn’t really matter until you.

I was fine when you came
And we fought like it was all some silly game
Over her. Who she’d choose.
After all those years those years I never thought I’d lose

It’s over, isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it over?
It’s over, isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it over?
You won and she chose you 
And she loved you and she’s gone.
It’s over isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?

War and glory. Reinvention.
Fusion. Freedom. Her attention.
Out in daylight. My potential.
Bold. Precise. Experimental. 

Who am I now in this world without her?
Petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her,
What does it matter? It’s already done.
Now I’ve got to be there for her son.

It’s over, isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it over?
It’s over, isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it over?
You won and she chose you 
And she loved you and she’s gone.

It’s over isn’t it? 
Why can’t I move on?
It’s over isn’t it? 
Why can’t I move on?