She tells you it’s their love song.
Plays it on repeat in her bedroom.
“Put his favourite perfume on.”
She croons it like a love song.
Big eyes and mouth wide open.
Always keeps her phone turned on.
They’re playing in her bedroom.
“Only worth living if somebody
is loving you.” This is their song.
She calls me when he’s gone.
Tears on repeat in her bedroom.
Says, “This is our idea of fun.”
Waiting again in her bedroom.
Telling herself he’s not wrong.
She still thinks it’s a love song.
This poem contains lines from “Video Games” by Lana Del Rey (the ones in quotes and italics). It always strikes me how this song at first hearing can sound like a tender love song, but on closer listening, it gives quite a bleak picture of a relationship… And that potential misunderstanding is what I wanted to write about. I’m sure Lana will never set eyes on this, but I hope she wouldn’t mind me “borrowing” her lyrics (as copyright of course remains with her). Thanks Lana!