Staring at the ceiling with you
Oh, you don't ever say too much
And you don't really read into
My melancholia

I've been under scrutiny
You handle it beautifully
All this shit is new to me

I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me
Surreal
I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say
No deal
The 1950s shit they want from me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

All they keep asking me
Is if I'm gonna be your bride
The only kind of girl they see
Is a one night or a wife

I find it dizzying
They're bringing up my history
But you weren't еven listening

I feel the lavеnder haze creeping up on me
Surreal
I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say
No deal
The 1950s shit they want from me
I just wanna stay in that lavender haze