First cut

Oh yes,
I will get over you,
I will get over that time,
When I thought I loved you.
I will.
I'll stop myself from looking in your direction,
And tracking every move you make,
I won't follow you home no more;
I won't linger there when I walk past your door.
I won't stand there doing make up,
Thinking maybe that's how you'll like it,
Do I need bigger eyes? Slimmer waist?
No, I'm myself,
And if you can't love me for that,
I'll get over you.
So I'll limit myself to glancing at you,
Once a day.
I'll start my tablets again,
And I promise myself,
And everyone else,
I'll get over you.