Is it every single night that close my eyes and wish you were mine?
Whatever you do, whatever you say, I know it won't happen that way
Is it every single night that I lay alone and wish you were here?
Whatever you do, whatever you say, I know I can't talk you into staying
Am I getting too old for fantasy?
Should I bite my lip and settle down?
Can a day go by without your memory and every single smile?
Everything you say and everything you do just hurts me more
Girl, you know it's true
Am I getting too old for fantasy?
Should I bite my lip and settle down?
Can a day go by without the sharp pain of knowing you're alive
With some other fuck, with some new haircut
I know I hurt you then, but I'm changing my outlook
Am I getting too old for fantasy?
Should I bite my lip and settle down?
But why, why, why, why
And how, how, how, how?
How, how, how, how, how?
Why, why, why, why, why?
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