Lana Del Rey

And i didnt trust you,

I could have said something but i was quiet

because pilots aren’t like poets

they don’t make metaphors between life and the sky.

Dedicated to whomever’s worn, warm afternoon hands come upon these pages—wherever you may find them—and that you may remember that the world is conspiring for you and to act in a manner as such.

The secrets you keep will keep you in deep like father and Amy

and brother

And all of the people you meet on the street will reiterate lies

that she uttered