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 f**, 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?