Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

by Lana Del Rey

with the exuberance that only doing nothing can bring

LA not quite the city that never sleeps not quite the city that wakes But the city that dreams for sure if by dreams you mean nightmares. LA

there’s things you still don’t know about me like sometimes i’m afraid my sadness is too big and that one day you might have to help me handle it

But there’s always been just a little tiny piece of me inside the size of a small slice of angel cake that knew somewhere somehow That I deserved better than someone like you.

My friends tell me to stop calling 911 on the culture