Lana Del Rey - Dealer (audio) [8K]

The door swung open. She didn't walk; she drifted. Her dress was the color of a bruise, silk clinging to her frame like a second skin. She slid into the booth opposite him, smelling of rain and expensive tobacco.

That raw, screaming feeling of being "done" but unable to leave. Lana Del Rey - Dealer (Audio)

She leaned in, the shadows of the booth swallowng the edges of her face. She didn't offer comfort. She offered a mirror. "You gave it because you didn't want to keep it. People like us... we don't want the weight of a 'good life.' We want the high of the fall." The door swung open

One person holds the "goods" while the other loses their mind. She slid into the booth opposite him, smelling

"I’m not doing anything," she said, standing up. She adjusted her hair in the reflection of a beer sign, her expression vacant and beautiful. "I'm just the dealer. You're the one who keeps showing up to the table."