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 wanna hear that you forgive me do I wanna 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 why don't you love me why don't you love me why don't you love me