Get Over It

DIONNE BROMFIELD, PHIL THORNALLEY, MADS HAUGE

You're staring at your phone all day
Waiting for a text to come
From a boy that barely knows your name,
But you think that he's the one.

You know that I'm a friend of yours,
I wanna tell it like it is
But mate it's so hard to explain it
You're so much better than this

No, you can't make somebody love you
If you can't make the pieces fit
No, you can't make somebody love you
So mate, just get over it

Oh oh ooh
Oh oh ooh
Oh oh ooh whoa whoa whoa whoa

You sit where you can see him
Two rows back in class each day
But he never seems to notice you
Or ever look your way

No, you can't make somebody love you
If you can't make the pieces fit
No, you can't make somebody love you
So mate, just get over it

Oh oh ooh
Oh oh ooh
Oh oh ooh whoa whoa whoa whoa

No, you can't make somebody love you
If you can't make the pieces fit
No, you can't make somebody love you
So mate

Whoa

No, you can't make somebody love you
If you can't make the pieces fit
No, you can't make somebody love you
So mate, just get over it

Oh oh ooh
Oh oh ooh
Oh oh ooh whoa whoa whoa whoa

Dionne Bromfield