When I was young, O, in the hallways, the music played. I was so sad. I thought, 'This is what love must be like when I grow older or meet someone older.' I'm pathetic enough, but you sleep in my bed, nonetheless. I'm still dreaming on. I'm the joke of the world, but I don't mind. Do you see how I feel? How do I tell you? All that I want are the dreams behind infant eyes. When I was young, I used to daydream about the things and people that'd come and go. I was so sad. I thought, ' This is what love must be like w hen I grow older or meet someone older.' I'm pathetic enough, but you sleep in my head, nonetheless. I'm still dreaming on. I'm the joke of the world, but you don't mind. Do you see how I feel? How do I tell you? All that I want are the dreams behind infant eyes.
