I'm running low but I'm high on that snow
The Suns still out but I'm going down violets
I remember when I met you in a dark corner
Looking like you were at a funeral for this society's death
Cause you had Bowie in your cheekbones,
James Dean in your eyes, Heathcliff in your love
Could've had me in the coffin, what a reckless mourner
You should be back and I'll be ready
Or did you think I'd fall and you'd catch me steady
No ones better than this bitch, you won't do better than this bitch
But I have to tell you, I've gotta get real
Cause you got me feeling again, feeling again
Feeling I'm fucking free
You got me fucked up, you got me crazy
The Suns going down but I'm rising up high
The roses and the Violet's have all gone down in my delights
I'm watching you watch me from across the bar
Everyone sings the same little song of yours
"He's a killer, don't be stupid" , but I'm already dead
I've had too much of a man like you before
So don't come acting like you don't know what your looking for
I'll be back and you won't be ready
Or did you think I'd fall and you'd catch me steady
No ones better than this bitch, you won't do better than this bitch
But I have to tell you, I've gotta get real
Cause you got me feeling again, feeling again
Feeling I'm fucking free
You got me fucked up, you got me crazy
You got me so fucked up
I ain't even sure what's going down or if you're going up
I just get so caught up in these webs
Sometimes I stick it or I hang by a thread
But baby's a danger, a flashing red
But I'm not living if I'm not dead
What does it take to get a woman
like me to feel again
But you got me, got me so good
Got me feeling again
Feeling again.
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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...
