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boy, look at you lookin' at me I know you don't understand you could be a bad motherfucker but that don't make you a man now you're just another one of my problems because you got out of hand we won't survive We're sinkin' into the sand

High By The Beach

you want in, but you just can't win so you stay in the lights

Art Deco

'cause you're my religion you're how I'm living when all my friends say I should take some space well, I can't envision, that for a minute when I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray hallelujah I need your love

Religion

'cause there's nothing for me to think about

The Blackest Day

📝

To be honest, right up until the moment the album dropped, I was still secretly hoping for something that sounded like Born to Die. That sweeping drama, the cinematic melancholy — it was the version of Lana Del Rey I had fallen in love with, and I wasn’t ready to let it go.

So when Honeymoon arrived in 2015, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. It felt slower, hazier, more abstract. I remember thinking: Can I really love this?

But of course — and maybe inevitably — I did.

It didn’t happen all at once. It crept in slowly, song by song, until I realized the album had quietly made a home in me. And now, whenever I listen to Honeymoon, I can’t help but think of that one summer. The heavy one. The one that seemed to hum with sadness in the air. That’s what this album became for me — a soft, distant echo of a season I thought I’d forgotten.