Summertime Sadness

There is beauty in sadness and also the song beautifully done by Lana Del Rey which inspired this...

he is my walk on the wild side

talking to new guy

the old one refuses to leave my life

i have no worries now i realize we were born to die

we just having some fun in the mean time

its memorial day

the memories brought him my way

or maybe its another player loving the play

either way smart or heart

he is in my veins

so kiss me hard before you go

I have my sexy clothes on and he just wants to let me know

that princess is the best

he came to hug and kiss me

my aunt was outside picking flowers

so we drove to mcd’s

we spoke the same things

ball and chains and diamond rings

LV bags and bling

told him if he really wanted me

he would commit in we

we could split a mansion

we could make an expansion

but he can’t make it to the other side

its summertime sadness

i talk to a new guy

i try to lock him out of my  heaven

he refuses to leave my life

i try and i try

all we get is summertime sadness

i know i miss him  forever

like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

even when we are in each others arms

As I watch him drive back to his complicated life

Nothing scares me anymore

I know he will find himself at my door

even if i had him the whole day

this feeling just stays

we were born to die

I always pray the gates will open and make him mine

i feel him everywhere

i miss him forever

kiss me hard before you go

we are locked out of heaven

summertime sadness

i got that summertime sadness

its an eternal madness

to know you just love me on the side

yet what kills me keeps me alive

i miss you forever

like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

its memorial day

the memories gave us an hour this way

to celebrate our love once more in each others arms

to feel his kiss on my lips

as he runs his fingertips down my skin

he rubs my booty while we watch the news

its an almost a perfect day of hues

still we were born to die

locked out of heaven

i miss him like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

i am a butterfly we are born to die even though our spirits stay alive in the eternal madness of summertime sadness.