i'm fucking crazy.

My old man is a bad man, but I can't deny the way he olds my hand and he grabs me, he has me by my heart. He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past, he doesn't mind I have an LA crass way about me, he loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart. Swimming pool glimmering darling, white bikini off with my red nail polish, watch me in the swimming pool bright blue ripples, yousittin', sippin'onyour black cristal, yeah. Light of my life, fire of my loins, be a good baby, do what I want. Light of my life, fire of my loins, give me them gold coins, give me them coins. And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers chasin' me all over town 'cause he knows I'm wasted facin' time again on Rikers Island and I won't get out, because I'm crazy baby, I need you to come here and save me. I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden, kiss me on my open mouth: ready for you. — lanadelrey/offtheraces.

Carmen, carmen, staying up til morning only seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean. It's alarming truly how disarming you can be, eating soft ice cream, coney island queen. She says you don't want to be like me, looking for fun, get me high for free. I'm dying, i'm dying. She says you don't want to get this way, street walking at night, and a star by day. It's tiring, tiring. The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen, she gives them butterflies, but too coconize. She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond, buy her tonight, she's still shining, like lightning, light, like lightning. Baby's all dressed up, with nowhere to go, that's the little story of the girl you know. Relying on the kindness of strangers, time and cherry marks while doing party favours. Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on, sing your song, song, now, the camera's on and you're alive again. Mon amour, je sais que tu m'aimes aussi. — lanadelrey/carmen.

“I was in the winter of my life — and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is."