The Blackest Day
[Lana]Carry me home, got my blue nail polish onIt's my favorite colorAnd my favorite tone of songI don't really wanna break up we gotta going onIt's what you gathered from my talkBut you were wrongIt's not easy for me to talk aboutI have heavy heartstringsI'm not simple, it's trigonometryIt's hard to expressI can't explain
Ever since my baby went awayIt's been the blackest day, it's been the blackest dayAll I hear is Billie HolidayIt's all that I playIt's all that I play
Because I'm going deeper and deeperHarder and harderGetting darker and darkerLooking for loveIn all the wrong placesOh my godIn all the wrong placesOh my god
Carry me home, got my new car and my gunWind in my hair, holding your hand, listen to a songCarry me home, don't wanna talk about the things to comeJust put your hands up in the air, the radio onCuz there's nothing for us to talk aboutLike future and those thingsCause there's nothing for me to think aboutNow that he's goneI can't feel nothing
Ever since my baby went awayIt's been the blackest day, it's been the blackest dayAll I hear is Billie HolidayIt's all that I playIt's all that I play
Because I'm going deeper and deeperHarder and harderGetting darker and darkerLooking for loveIn all the wrong placesOh my godIn all the wrong placesOh my god
You should've known betterThan to have, to let herGet you under her spell of cruel weatherI got you where I want youYou're deader than everAnd falling for foreverI'm playing head games with youGot you where I want youI got you, I got youI got you where I want you now
Ever since my baby went awayIt's been the blackest day, it's been the blackest dayAll I hear is Billie HolidayIt's all that I playIt's all that I play
It's not one of those phases, I'm going throughOr just a songIt’s no one of themI'm on my ownOn my ownOn my own againI'm on my own againI'm on my own againI'm on my own again