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've 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 want to hear that you forgive me?
Do I want to hear you're no good without me?
Am I big enough to hear that you never even think about me?
Why should you ever think about me?
And 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
And 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
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