Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now
or, darling, have you started feeling old yet?
Don't worry, I'm sure that you're still breaking hearts
with the efficiency that only youth can harness.
And do you still think love is a laserquest? Or do you take it all more seriously?
I've tried to ask you this in some daydreams that I've had,
but you're always busy being make-believe.
* And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself you're there?
Or have somebody's good-night kisses got that covered?
When I'm not being honest, I'll pretend that you were just some lover.
Now I can't think of there without thinking of you, I doubt that comes as a surprise.
And I can't think of anything to dream about, I can't find anywhere to hide.
