After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Lana Del Rey songs make me feel sad and nostalgic about things that haven’t happened to me
where is the boy that spots me sitting alone in the corner of a coffee shop reading my favorite novel and slips me a folded note telling me i look delicate and mysterious or a boy that sees me in the record store flipping through the vinyls who tells me in depth about his love for the record i am holding and takes my other hand and runs his fingers across my shaking knuckles?
I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.