how
could
it've
ever've
been
better
she
sang
it
couldn't've
no

I
felt
if
I
kept
walking
towards
the
moon
I
just
might
catch
it

he
made
me
really
hate
the
song
under
my
thumb
amongst
other
things

and
then
nature
gave
me
a
full
golden
moon
to
howl
at
tonight

there's
frost
all
over
the
ground
and
the
roofs
and
the
moon
is
hanging
low

it
was
like
he'd
handed
me
a
box
of
golden
hearts
some
holy
treasure

I
didn't
notice
the
rain
or
how
cold
it
was
I
only
watched
the
moon

I
don't
miss
him
he's
a
piece
of
shit
but
I
do
think
of
him
sometimes

I
keep
going
back
to
that
picture
of
you
the
one
where
you're
an
icon

my
dad
carries
chap
stick
a
handkerchief
and
his
keys
on
his
belt
loop

I
told
him
I
liked
her
better
when
she
was
drunk
she
made
for
good
fun

you're
good
for
me
and
I'm
no
good
for
you
you're
good
for
me
I'm
no
good

you
must
remember
reno
the
way
I
remember
reno
nevada

she
looked
good
next
to
the
music
she
gave
birth
to
that
sugary
beat

it
was
that
lonely
trumpet
calling
to
me
to
hold
it
give
myself
up

the
goose
pond
was
still
except
for
the
raindrops
playing
atop
of
it

and
with
that
your
eyes
held
me
they
knew
me
and
i
fell
for
you
again

or
it
went
like
this
the
wind
the
rain
the
clouds
then
the
power
went
out

the
rain
pelted
the
windows
the
wind
made
the
walls
sway
and
then
the
clouds

i
feel
the
way
the
sun
looks
today
serene
bright
hidden
by
grey
clouds

what
else
can
I
write
about
except
for
myself
and
this
blackened
sky

dear
god
make
me
a
bird
so
i
can
fly
far
far
far
away
from
here

-jenny curran

I
spat
on
the
ground
at
the
thought
there
was
a
golden
fire
in
my
gut

she
said
the
flame
reminds
her
of
love
'cause
love's
like
looking
into
the
fire

I
lay
in
my
qiuet
bed
hearing
his
sounds
footsteps
grinding
coffee

the
wind
is
when
i
remember
my
heart
felt
the
sky
and
i
was
high

smells 

from 

the 

kitchen 

intoxicating 

me 

making 

me 

wish 

you 

were 

here

it
was
cold
today
yet
still
somewhere
in
the
world
a
flower's
blooming

'twas
the
worst
martini
I've
ever
had
but
'mongst
the
best
company

when
my
rings
fall
loose
on
my
finger
and
the
jewel
I
feel
on
my
palm

blue
jeans
white
shirt
walked
into
the
room
you
know
you
made
my
eyes
burn

-lana del rey

chicago
was
playing
in
the
cafe
and
he
knew
every
word

something
about
the
way
I
feel
when
I
sit
in
the
sun
or
hear
the
rain

I 

love 

the 

way 

you 

taste

and 

smell

and 

think 

and 

breathe 

and 

sound 

and 

feel 

are 

her
mystery
was
in
her
sharp
features
and
her
severe
expressions

the
sun
behind
the
clouds
shedding
rays
of
light
like
there's
a
god
up
there

just
tell
me
to
hush
my
pretty
mouth
then
take
me
and
don't
let
me
choose

she
said
only
the
lonely
are
free
true
still
I'd
rather
be
trapped
with
you