I thought love would adapt itself
to my needs.
But needs grow too fast;
they come up like weeds.
Through cracks in the conversation.


'Did This Happen to Your Mother? Did Your Sister Throw Up a Lot?' (1979)


I thought love would adapt itself to my needs. But needs grow too fast; they come up like weeds. Through cracks in the conversation.

I thought love would adapt itself to my needs. But needs grow too fast; they come up like weeds. Through cracks in the conversation.

I thought love would adapt itself to my needs. But needs grow too fast; they come up like weeds. Through cracks in the conversation.

I thought love would adapt itself to my needs. But needs grow too fast; they come up like weeds. Through cracks in the conversation.