Lana Del Rey

I mean, baby, come on, do you really think I’d choose it? All this off and on

You talk to God like I do, I think you know the same secrets that I do

Take my hand off the stove, hun

Pathological liars make for good boyfriends (I’m lying)

She said, “you can’t be a muse and be happy, too. You can’t blacken the pages with Russian poetry and be happy.” And that scared me.

Goated song. I used to dream about people like you, now I don’t know why. I used to sing about people like you, now I just get high.

You act like fucking Mr. Brightside when you’re with all your friends, but I know what you’re like when the party ends. If hello just means goodbye, then baby, better walk away!

Father John Misty may have to fight Zach Bryan for best Lana feature…