Do you ever get that feeling where everything feels… kind of hazy? And then it’s gone. That’s called the lavender haze -Mad Men
Staring at the ceiling with you
Oh, you don't ever say too much
And you don't really read into
My melancholia
I've been under scrutiny
You handle it beautifully
All this shit is new to me
I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me
Surreal
I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say
No deal
The 1950s' shit they want from me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze
All they keep asking me
Is if I'm gonna be your bride
The only kinda girl they see
Is a one-night or a wife
I find it dizzying
They're bringing up my history
But you weren't even listening
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