Staring at the ceiling with youOh, you don't ever say too muchAnd you don't really read intoMy melancholiaI've been under scrutinyYou handle it beautifullyAll this shit is new to meI feel the lavender haze creeping up on meSurrealI'm damned if I do give a damn what people sayNo dealThe 1950s shit they want from meI just wanna stay in that lavender hazeAll they keep asking meIs if I'm gonna be your brideThe only kind of girl they seeIs a one night or a wifeI find it dizzyingThey're bringing up my historyBut you weren't еven listeningI feel the lavеnder haze creeping up on meSurrealI'm damned if I do give a damn what people sayNo dealThe 1950s shit they want from meI just wanna stay in that lavender haze
