I thought that I’d outgrow this kind of thing.Tell me, aren’t we supposed to mature or something?I haven’t found that yet.Is this as grown-up as we ever get?Maybe this is as good as it gets.
And the years go by,But I think the heart remains a child.The mind may grow wise,But the heart just sulks, and it whines,And remains a child.
Everything But the Girl, “The Heart Remains a Child” (1996).