Just When You Thought It Was Over

I live in England, wherever it may be sad, nirvana doesn't exist is what God told us, you just have to take the good with the bad, but you could troll the memory distantly. When your head wasn't kinda snapped off, when everything went right for a change, and fortunately your ear was out of range, but you knew nothing would be the same again. Maybe that was good, like Norwegian wood, then we'll all do things that we always should; that's it - but the bad things weren't boring, how could you decry something that's adoring? You can't, I'm not running away to Dover, so still enjoy - just when you think it's over.