"Basically, don't get pissed off over the fact that the way you feel about culture isn't some kind of universal consensus. Because if you do, you will end up feeling betrayed. And it will be your own fault. You will feel bad, and you will deserve it."
Out behind the safeway Just before the flood Huffed some cans of spray paint And begin to vomit blood One more night in this town’s Gonna break me I just know Hang on to your dreams ‘til someone makes you let them go
Stumbled on down Indian Hill Tail between my legs Sick taste in my mouth Folgers Crystals and hard boiled eggs If I can’t run away tonight I don’t know what I’ll do Hang on to your dreams ‘til someone beats them out of you
Do what you have to do Go where you have to go When the time comes to loosen up your grip, you’ll know
Called my friend in New York Three thousand miles away Half way through her metamorphosis Nothing I could say Hoard my small resentments Like rare and priceless gems Hang on to your dreams until there’s nothing left of them