i am strongrr than uuuuuu cgive me credit for

Ho did you stab me and twisted the knife?

geuys if ur seeing ts it's a sign to play regretevator on roblox okay chat have fun

This song is the reason i assault homeless people. Not my fault.

and I don't smoke, except for after I've held you..baby.. 😞

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

i dont think therell ever be a feeling that quite compares to knowing both you and someone else deserve better but not being able to bring yourself to let them go

god this playlist is so fucking depressing

douma yayy

Mitski-Circle

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart - Mitski

Mitski - Because Dreaming Costs Money My Dear

Lincoln

Kiss Me, Son of God

Video Description: 
Guess who just got back today?


Additional credits:
Vocals: @JuKayVid on Twitter and Twitch
GourdCop animations: @skippyrip on Twitter and YouTube

It's me. I'm the one who just got back today. That's who I was referring to.
Original Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsF5EWOQN9Y

Kiss Me (Kill Me) (By JerryTerry)

Otomeroid (VIVINOS)

seein in
double
 
feel  
like its  
nothin 

still at 
this 
party 

sittin
this wray
and…

i said 
it was 
nothing

they’ll
say that 
i miss you 

my mind’s
gettin faded

im used to 
this misuse 

should it look
different?

should i 
done better?

made you 
feel better.

rather than
looking for 
better.

dont wanna 
talk out 
my business

cah its so 
heavy and 
wicked

giving my 
demons a
ticket. 

started to 
realise 
i cant go 
on wid it

im givin a
voice to 
my feelings.

cried to 
the heavenly 
father

ill be 
there
till your 
tears run 
out 

im telling you 
its out of 
order 

i need you 
to close your 
eyes

take a deep 
breath for 
a minute

open your 
chest and 
you’re in it

the path ahead
crosses 2
others

stand at the 
edge of the 
forest 

the air’s 
gon be thicker
than porridge.

stand with the 
woman thats 
cloaked wid 
a furnace

inside you’ll 
see i was 
f***** another 

arching her 
back in 
your bedroom 

did everything 
that we’re meant to.

i loved every 
second im guilty

now i’ve found 
a new weakness

id go back and 
do it again

dont care 
shes your 
best friend 

i’ve never 
known better 
im sorry

justpastmidnight (prod. neverforever)

Bury Me At Makeout Creek

I Don't Smoke

Last Words of a Shooting Star

Puberty 2

Once More to See You

Francis Forever

Your Best American Girl

Get ready for an Original Song, My Ordinary Life! It features audio samples from the Japanese cartoon Nichijou by Kyoto Animation and Nomi Yuuji.

Lyrics:

VERSE 1

They tell me keep it simple, I tell them take it slow
I feed and water an idea so I let it grow
I tell them take it easy, they laugh and tell me no,
It’s cool but I don’t see them laughing at my money though
They spittin facts at me, I’m spittin tracks, catch me?
I’m spinning gold out my records know you can’t combat me
They tell me jesus walks, I tell them money talks.
Bling got me chill, cause I’m living in an ice box.
They tell me I've been sleepin, I say I’m wide awake
Tracks hot and ready so they call me mister e-z bake
They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank
Drivin with a drank on an empty tank to the bank

PRE CHORUS

Do you feel me? Talk a look inside my brain
The people always different but it always feel the same

That’s the real me. Pop the champagne
The haters wanna hurt me and I’m laughin at the pain

CHORUS

Stayin still, Eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by

Pain pills, Nice clothes
If I fall I think I’ll fly

Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design

None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time


VERSE 2

They tell me that I’m special, I smile and shake my head
I’ll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
They tell me I’m so humble, I say I’m turning red
They let me lie to them and don’t feel like they’ve been misled
They give so much to me, I’m losing touch get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds they just let me.
They tell me I’m a god, I’m lost in the facade
Six feet off the ground at all times I think I’m feelin odd
No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
Makin so much bread, I don’t care that they’re just being fake
They tell me they’re below me, I act like I’m above
The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

PRE CHORUS

Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?
When you become untouchable you’re unable to touch

Is there a real me? Pop the champagne
It hurts me just to think and I don’t do pain

CHORUS 


Stayin still, Eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by

Pain pills, Nice clothes
If I fall I think I’ll fly

Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design

None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time

CHORUS 2

Lay still, Restless
Losing sleep while I lose my mind

All thrill, No stress
All my muses left behind

World is, below
So high up, I’m near divine

Lean in, Let go
I feel fear for the very last time

The Living Tombstone - My Ordinary Life

Lemon Demon Sweet Bod

Strawberry Blond - Mitski

Bag Of Bones - Mitski

Sometimes, Mitski feels life would be easier without hope, or a soul, or love. But when she closes her eyes and thinks about what’s truly hers, what can’t be repossessed or demolished, she sees love. “The best thing I ever did in my life was to love people,” she says. “I wish I could leave behind all the love I have after I die, so I can shine all this goodness, all this good love that I’ve created onto other people.” She hopes her newest album, The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We, will shine love long after she’s gone. That’s precisely how it feels: like a love that’s haunting the land.

“This is my most American album,” she says. The music feels like a profound act of witnessing this country, in all of its private sorrows and painful contradictions. Sonically Mitski’s most epic and wise album, the songs introduce wounds and then actively heal them. Here, love is time-traveling to bless our tender days, like light from a distant star.

It's full of the ache of the grown-up, seemingly mundane heartbreaks and joys that are often unsung but feel enormous. It’s a tiny epic. From the bottom of a glass, to a driveway slushy with memory and snow, to a freight train barreling through the Midwest, and all the way to the moon, it feels like everything and everyone is crying out in pain, arching towards love. Love is that inhospitable land, beckoning and then rejecting us. To love this place, this earth, this America, this body takes work. It might be impossible. The best things are.

no i won’t be ur friend don’t talk to me
it/its

I Don't Smoke

Mitski

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