I don't really want to know what's good to me. God's dead I said: "Baby that's alright with me"

(Sometimes you wish you wrote a certain song. Today I wish I wrote Lana Del Rey's Gods and Monsters. Freaking genious.)

You got that medicine I need
Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly
Me and God we don’t get along, so now I see

No one’s gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel, squeeze, squeeze, and I’m singing:
"Fuck yeah give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want."
It's innocence lost
Innocence lost



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