summer if ur out there...go fuck yourself

Ezra of your in this comment section, pls go hang urself <3

if you're here. go fuck yourself, but goddamn please come back, I miss you.

this grabs my heart and slams it into the splintered floorboards

i miss you, like hell, hell, maybe i still love you, but you can never know that, i can never tell you. we're over and I hate you for the way you did me, it was a whole eleven months ago now. a whole.. 11 months, it doesn't feel like it at all to me, i can still remember that night like it was yesterday, i hate you for that

leave me alone naysha

Mitski-Circle

Mitski - Because Dreaming Costs Money My Dear

Square - Mitski

LYRICS:

VERSE 1

i said i loved u, but u didnt say it back

dont be so anal,
know u like it up the aaaaaaa

-ctually, on 2nd thought,
i better take that back

just in case, one day
u decide to take me baaaaa(ck)


oh my my
u kind of resemble
someone i
used to think was gentle
wonder why
i would always settle
every time
(cause) loving u was mental



PREHOOK

if u want me to
oh i'll say it
oh i'll say it

i'll say it for u
gladly baby
gladly


HOOK

cause baby u were 
ri-i-ight when u left
& baby u were 
wi i ise to do that
& maybe u were right
& maybe it was wise

cause i dont think that
i i i would’ve left



VERSE 2


i wrote some songs about u,
guess that made u mad

u got pissed off at me & said i'm such an aaaa

aaaafter everything, i still wish you would take me back

even after u let my friends take u to fraaaaaaa(nce)


oh my my
u kinda look just like
someone i
used to fucking cry for
every night
i still wanna die but 
not tonight
cause leaving u is mental



PREHOOK

if u want me to
oh i'll say it
oh i'll say it

i'll say it for u
gladly baby
gladly



HOOK

cause baby u were 
ri-i-ight when u left
& baby u were 
wi i ise to do that
& maybe u were right
& maybe it was wise

cause i dont think that
i i i would’ve left

& baby u were 
ri-i-ight when u left
& baby u were 
wi i ise to do that
& baby u were right
& baby it was wise

cause i dont think that
i i i would’ve left



BRIDGE

i feel
17
once again
breaking another heart
for the fuck of it
how could anyone love
such a piece of shit?

its all,
my fault

that i feel
17,
once again
lying right through my teeth
like a fucking kid
saying i didn't cheat
when i know i did

it's not
ur fault



HOOK

cause baby u were ri-i-ight when u left

cause baby u were 
ri-i-ight when u left
& baby u were 
wi i ise to do that
& maybe u were right
& maybe it was wise

cause i dont think that
i i i would’ve left

& baby u were 
ri-i-ight when u left
& baby u were 
wi i ise to do that
& baby u were right
& baby it was wise

cause i dont think that
i i i would’ve left

Mickey Darling - RIGHT WHEN YOU LEFT

the record

We're In Love

Puberty 2

A Loving Feeling

Happy

Gorillaz- Do Ya Thing [Short Explicit Version]

Be the Cowboy

Geyser

Old Friend

Lonesome Love

Pink in the Night

Lobster

Bag Of Bones - Mitski

Mitski - Humpty

trying not to keep everything on my shoulders

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.

Old Friend

Mitski

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