I dreamed of you again last night
I kind of wish I didn’t now
I kind of wish I didn’t know
That kind of wish

I think about you too much still
And wonder if I always will
I wonder if something can kill
That kind of thought

A hole keeps growing in my heart
That eats away the living part
And makes me feel like I don’t want
That kind of heart

I dreamed of you again last night
I was old but you were not
I kind of wish I had forgot
That kind of thought