I dreamed about you again last night You never have the same face twice But I always know its you and And you're always looking better than you really do And you really do. I walk around the whole next day Feeling like a still have 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? And I thought that I'd outgrow this kind of thing. Tell me, aren't we supposed to mature or something. But I haven't found that yet. Is this as grown up as we'll 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?