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