Sorry sir, I stole your money,
Sorry sir, I feel, but it's so, so twisted,
So unreal.
It was what I'd heard of
And what I didn't have,
But I cannot give what I do not have,
And I cannot take what I do not have.
I can't take it.
Don't stultify.
Don't hold me high.
Don't stultify.
Don't hold me high.
Too many things held precious,
Too many things held dear;
That's what I hate,
That's what I fear.
Too much to ask for
May leave me feeling lonely.
But too little leaves me nothing, nothing.
The drone in your voice, and the fly on the wall said,
"It's over, it's over, it's over, it is."
What do I wish for you, what do I wish?
It's over, it's over, it is.
Are we still solemn and bleeding?
Are we still swimming to water that was wet?
You can't give away certain things that you get.
From the outside
To the inside I couldn't tell you how it really was
There has to be more on one hand,
Keep your head above water on the other, the other.
The drone in your voice, and the fly on the wall said,
"It's over, it's over, it's over, it is "
What do I wish for you, what do I wish?
It's over, it's over, it is.
Are we still solemn and bleeding?
Are we still swimming to water that was already wet?
I can forgive, but I won't forget.
I'll wish for you, I'll plead and I'll steal.
Hold me precious, hold me dear.
I'll wish for you,
I'll sing and I'll feel.
Don't stultify, don't hold me high.
Like a Gothic staple, a last good-bye,
One way to float is if you die.
And it's over, it's over, it's over.
It's over, it's over, it's over
It's over, it's over.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Lisa Loeb’s song “It’s Over” are a profound comment on the fragile nature of relationships, particularly the feelings of guilt and regret that arise from broken relationships. The song opens with an apology to someone for stealing their money, which is accompanied by a sense of sadness and despair that suggests that the person may have lost more than just their money. The singer acknowledges the twisted nature of the situation, and laments the fact that they cannot give what they do not have. The repetition of the line “I can’t take it” adds to the sense of despair and powerlessness that runs throughout the song.

The next verse speaks of the difficulty of holding onto things that are precious, and how the fear of losing them can lead to loneliness. The line “too little leaves me nothing, nothing” is particularly poignant. The chorus is repeated several times throughout the song, and it speaks of the sense of finality that comes with the end of a relationship. The drone in the voice of the singer and the fly on the wall represent the finality of the ending.

The final verse is a plea to hold onto what is precious and dear, and not to let it slip away. The Gothic imagery of a last goodbye and floating in death suggests a sense of acceptance and finality, as well as a desire to move on. Overall, the song speaks to the fragility of relationships, and the difficulty of holding onto what is precious and dear.

Line by Line Meaning

Sorry sir, I stole your money,
I apologize for taking your money without permission.

Sorry sir, I feel, but it's so, so twisted, So unreal.
I am sorry for the wrong I did, but it was also a complex and surreal situation.

It was what I'd heard of And what I didn't have, But I cannot give what I do not have, And I cannot take what I do not have. I can't take it.
I was tempted by what I had heard about and what I did not possess, but I cannot give or take something that I do not have, and I cannot tolerate such a situation.

Don't stultify. Don't hold me high. Don't stultify. Don't hold me high.
Please do not restrict or confine me or place me on a pedestal.

Too many things held precious, Too many things held dear; That's what I hate, That's what I fear. Too much to ask for May leave me feeling lonely. But too little leaves me nothing, nothing.
I am overwhelmed with the things that others deem valuable, and it frightens me. Asking too much leads to alienation, while asking too little leads to emptiness.

The drone in your voice, and the fly on the wall said, "It's over, it's over, it's over, it is." What do I wish for you, what do I wish? It's over, it's over, it is.
I hear a monotonous voice saying that it's the end, and I am unsure of how to react. I am inclined to believe that it is, in fact, the end.

Are we still solemn and bleeding? Are we still swimming to water that was wet? You can't give away certain things that you get.
Are we still upset and struggling for something that we already have? There are some things that you cannot simply share with others.

From the outside To the inside I couldn't tell you how it really was There has to be more on one hand, Keep your head above water on the other, the other.
I cannot give you an accurate portrayal of the situation from my perspective. There must be more to the story than meets the eye, so try to stay afloat despite the odds.

I can forgive, but I won't forget.
I am capable of pardoning your transgressions, but I do not wish to erase them from my memory completely.

I'll wish for you, I'll plead and I'll steal. Hold me precious, hold me dear. I'll wish for you, I'll sing and I'll feel. Don't stultify, don't hold me high.
I will hope for the best for you, and I will beg and resort to any means necessary to save our relationship. Treat me with affection and consideration. I will continue to wish the best for you, expressing my emotions through song and feeling, and please avoid imposing restrictions on me.

Like a Gothic staple, a last good-bye, One way to float is if you die. And it's over, it's over, it's over. It's over, it's over, it's over It's over, it's over.
The goodbye feels like a tragic Gothic trope, and sometimes the only way to survive is to let go entirely. The situation has come to its end, and it is over.

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