November 7th, 2008


the heart remains a child - by everything but the girl

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

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
i don't know how to reach you 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

years may go by,
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?