Doubtful
But I like to pretend
I do know
That I'll find you again
I'm doubtful
But I like to pretend
I do know
That I'll find you again
Like fantasy and novocaine
I fall asleep to numb the pain (numb the pain) at night
And in that my dream my mother came
She told me it's the finer things (finer things) in life
That fade when you complain (complain)
Broke down and scared though I still remain
I tried but keep losing a part of me
Won't cry but honestly
I'm doubtful
But I like to pretend
I do know
That I'll find you again
I'm doubtful
But I like to pretend
I do know
That I'll find you again
