He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew him.
When he walked in every woman’s head turned.
Everyone stood up to talk to him.
He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself.
I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him.
And in that way, I understood him.

-Lana Del Rey

I don’t need you,
I just need a fix…

A million ways to die out here,
And I’ll throw in all my chips.

Never was a gambler,
But baby, I’ll put it all on red.
Nearly matching the crimson shade
Of every fear I’ve bled.

I know how this is gonna end.
How ’bout a round of Russian roulette?
I’ll consider your intentions
And make my final bet.

It’s all on the line, this time,
And I won’t trip at the finish line.
I’m only here to get the job done,
A little bit of psycho with a loaded gun.

I know I should look away,
Overdose in those heroin eyes.
You’re a bad habit I just can’t quit,
Grin and roll your loaded dice.
(Your hands, your heart – cold as ice)

You’ve got me where you want me,
There’s pride in your predation.
I’m sick and growing weary,
Consumed by trepidation.