Vanilla never seemed sweet to me
Lime, lemon, cherries and you
All the colors rained and rained on your back
Casting scenery, palm boulevard,
Falling over flowers, queen of the fucked up
I tried to tell you why I don't sing anymore
You never listened except to the score
I moved too fast, you didn't move at all
You play the blues, try to explain the news
Getting mad because you got no views
Telling me the same lie like a lullaby
I rock to sleep, I rock to the sea, I rock to the beat
But you're just you, I can't change that too
Cutting all the lines, burning all the times
I thought I could ever love you because
Vanilla never seemed sweet to me
You took my words out of context
Writing stories, poetries, oldies
Too bad you were never that good
I want it back and I want it in blue
All the versions of me you thought were you
Casting scenery, the bars, fast cars and one moment on Bleeker
I wish for the woman I thought that one day I might be her
You play the blues, try to explain the news
Getting mad because you got no views
Telling me the same lie like a lullaby
I rock to sleep, I rock to the sea, I rock to the beat
But you're just you, I can't change that too
Cutting all the lines, burning all the times
I thought I could ever love you because
Vanilla never seemed sweet to me
There's a story you're meant to hear
To make the heart beat again
I want to tell you in the morning
Tell you at the beach at midnight
Tell you at the bar on Bleeker
Tell you at your studio in SoHo
Tell you at the pier at twilight
Then I remember
that man isn't you.
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...
