Not just about the prolonging of a one night stand... it's far more heartbreaking than that. She has invented her lover completely.
She imagines the two of them out; she imagines she has gone home with him and coyly seduced him by asking about the contents of his bedroom.
But he's entirely just another dream, and having imagined the encounter, she imagines how it might end: he's shocked at her ugliness.
Which is kind of devastating, given it's HER dream. And devastating that this sort of dream has happened over and over, to the point where she's given her dreams nicknames and personalities.
That's her life. What a waste. What a song. Excuse my while I go off and have a tear.
Not just about the prolonging of a one night stand... it's far more heartbreaking than that. She has invented her lover completely.
She imagines the two of them out; she imagines she has gone home with him and coyly seduced him by asking about the contents of his bedroom.
But he's entirely just another dream, and having imagined the encounter, she imagines how it might end: he's shocked at her ugliness.
Which is kind of devastating, given it's HER dream. And devastating that this sort of dream has happened over and over, to the point where she's given her dreams nicknames and personalities.
That's her life. What a waste. What a song. Excuse my while I go off and have a tear.