Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

by Lana Del Rey

My life is sweet like lemonade now there’s no bitter fruit eternal sunshine of the spotless mind no thought of you My thoughts have changed

LA I picked San Francisco because the man who doesn’t love me lives there LA! I’m pathetic but so are you can I come home now? Daughter to no one table for one

I’m quite good at tending to things despite my upbringing Can I raise your mountains? I promise to keep them greener make them my daughters teach them about fires warn them about water

Don’t tell anyone but part of my reasoning for taking the flight class was this idea that if i could become my own navigator- a captain of the sky that perhaps i could stop looking for direction- from you.

In the midst of this midlife meltdown navigational exercise in self-examination, I also decided to do something else I always wanted to do- take sailing lessons in the vibrant bay of Marina Del Rey. I signed up for the class as Elizabeth Grant and nobody blinked an eye. So why was I so sure that when I walked into the tiny shack on Bali Way someone would say “you’re not a captain of a ship or the master of the sky” No, the fisherman didn’t care and so neither did I. And for a brief moment i felt more myself than ever before,

All of this circumnavigating the earth was to get back to my life 6 trips to the moon for my poetry to arise I’m not a captain I’m not a pilot I write I write.

I love u But you don’t understand me You see I’m a real poet My life is my poetry my lovemaking is my legacy My thoughts are not for sale they’re about nothing and beautiful and for free i wish you could get that and love that about me