I dreamed about you again last night
You never have the same face twice
But I always know it's you,
and you're always looking better than you really do
Than you really do
And I walk around the whole next day
Feeling like I still got something to say
But I don't know what it is
And I don't know how to reach you even if I did
Even if I did
Do I wanna hear that you forgive me?
Do I wanna hear you're no good without me?
And am I big enough to hear
that you never even think about me?
Why should you ever think about me?
I thought that I'd outgrow this kind of thing
Tell me, aren't we supposed to mature or something?
I haven't found that yet, is this as grown -up as we ever get?
Maybe this is as good as it gets?
Years may go by
But I think the heart remains a child
The mind may grow wise
But the heart just sulks and it whines and remains a child
I think the heart remains a child
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?