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