Come back so I can say thank you for this,
home cooked meals and a place to rest,
my troubled head when you’re away,
I’ve passed the test, I’ve earned an A,
not just in school, but in life,
you’ll always be right by my side.
To help me show, hope to all,
that are lost and sick in this dying world.
I’ll use the love you left behind,
I’ll change their minds, I’ll change their minds.
I hope, I hope you smile,
when you look down on me.
I hope you smile.
Got your H.P. Lovecraft,
your Edgar Allan Poe.
Got your unkind of ravens.
Got your murder of crows.
You’re so dark, babe.
Drink up baby, look at the stars
I’ll kiss you again between the bars
Where I’m seeing you there with your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time and I’ll make you mine
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
Separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
There’s all those places we used to go
And I suspect you already know
But that place on Memory Lane you liked
Still looks the same but something about it’s changed
“I was in the winter of my life…and the men I met along the road were my homely summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless road toward and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me…and my only real happy times.
I was a singer…not a very popular one; I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet. But a plan and a series of unfortunate events saw those dreams dash and divide like a million stars in the night sky, that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind it because I knew that, that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it, to know what true freedom is. And when the people I used to know found out what I’d been doing, how I’d been living…they asked me why, but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people…for a home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just a hint of indecisiveness that was just as wide and wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying…because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience, and an obsession for freedom, that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people. And finally I did, on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast…die young…be wild and have fun.
I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever. I believe in the kindness in strangers. And when I’m at war with myself, I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself, where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.” – Lana Del Rey.
Te extraño a la noche. Especialmente cuando tengo un día libre al día siguiente porque esos eran nuestros; cuando todo congeniaba a la perfección, incluso nuestros horarios. Nos quedábamos hasta tarde viendo cualquier cosa con total de discutir con la televisión y decir comentarios que se encontraban en el límite entre lo sarcástico y soberbio pero que nos divertían porque somos así realmente (un poco al menos, no mientas) y aún podíamos serlo al estar juntos. Era un win-win a la perfección.