My Bedroom Is a Sacred Place Now – There Are Children At The Foot Of My Bed_Lana del Rey
Last year, when I wrote you my last letter The beginning of my future poetry I acknowledged who you really were for the first time I didn’t call you by any other name I let you know that I knew the true nature of your heart That it was evil, and that it convinced me that darkness was real That the devil is a real devil And that monsters don’t always know that they’re monsters But projection is an amazing thing After you left and burnt the house down You tried to convince me that it was I who was holding the matches You told me that I didn’t know who I was, but I do I love rose gardens I plant violets every time someone leaves me I love the great sequoias of yosemite And if you asked my sister to describe The first thing she thinks of when she thinks of me She would say camp fire smoke I’m gentle I’m funny when I’m drunk But I haven’t been drunk for 14 years I go on trips with my friends to the beach who don’t know that I’m crazy I can do that I can do anything Even leave you Becau...