Driving up to my house, Pull up in your red car
Ringing my name down the street
Walking like you own it, Settling down by your feet
Stroking my hair softly, Whispering my name
Playing with your shoelace, making knots and dreams
Put our videos on and play your favorite game
For you and you, only for you
Telling you it's all for you
I'm only worth living if it's with you
Praying your name, honey don't you know?
Your girls and how you like em'
I'll put on your favorite show
Put your favorite tape on, VHS, record scores and fast cars
Sunday noons in my sundress, Making my way over there
Kissing in the bright sun, guns in the summertime
Diving in the blue dark, running from the cops
The deep ponds and wild darts, drunk too many to go too far
And you stay whispering my name
For you and you, only for you
Telling you it's all for you
I'm only worth living if it's with you
Praying your name, honey don't you know?
Your girls and how you like em'
I'll put on your favorite show
It's all for you, for you, for you
Always and forever
Church bells will never ring
And again, I'll never sing
If it's not by your side
All the electric souls get burned alive
Only Hollywood can play this live
But for you, it's all for you,
Honey don't you know, these videos are for you?
Now you do,
Playing your favorite game.
YOU ARE READING
Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
