Dreaming In Stereo
She said, "It's hard to find love in this cold fucking world." She said, "There's so many boys, and there's so many girls." She said, "It's hard to find love when you're lost at sea." She said, "It's hard to be hopeful when you're as hopeless as me."
She said, "It's a rare creature indeed who can satisfy me, and all my stupid needs, and all my little psychoses, neuroses, and all that shit! Who can satisfy me?"
She said, "It's hard to get up, when they'll just knock you back down." She said, "Is there any point in sticking around?" She said, "It's hard to get up when you wish you were dead." She said, "The future is scary! When's it all going to end?!"
How hard can it be to believe in yourself? And what good does it do to have someone else, unless you're sharing your lives? Unless you are of one mind? Unless you're sharing your dreams? Unless you dream the same thing? Unless your dreams can take wing?
She said, "It's a rare creature indeed who can satisfy me, and all my stupid needs, and all my little psychoses, neuroses, and all that shit! Who can satisfy me?"
