этот неловкий момент, когда несколько месяцев говоришь "я не понимаю, чем всем нравится лана дель рей", а сегодня walked into the room u know u made my eyes burn. it was like james dean- for sure. u so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer. u were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop. but u fit me better than my favourite sweater - and I know that luv is mean, and luv hurts. but I still remember that day we met in december