Too Old For Fantasy - Dolour

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?