Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

by Lana Del Rey

Or should I just be here now In the kitchen Bare feet on linoleum Bored - but not unhappy Cutting vegetables over boiling water that I will later turn into stew.

Can I come home now? Mother to no one private jet for one back home to the Tudor house that borne a thousand murder plots Hancock Park treated me very badly I’m resentful. The witch on the corner the neighbor nobody wanted the reason for Garcetti’s extra security.

that i pray that i may always keep my eyes level to your eye line never downcast at the table cloth too nervous to share my innermost thoughts with you

Maybe an artist has to function a little bit above themselves if they really want to transmit some heaven

No resisting cheeks are flushing Now you’re living

you don’t want to be forgotten

and without looking at me said, “you don’t trust yourself.” I was horrified. Feeling as though I had somehow been found out.

But who am i just a girl in love dreaming on paper rearranging the salt for the pepper in love with you my quiet waiter Summer blue Forever call me when you’re done with work i’ll pick you up later the darker the better five after midnight the darker the better