"and I know I've kissed you before but I didn't do it right. can I try again, try again, try again? try again and again and again... and again and again and again..." it's so relatable to me

can i try again? again and again and again?

I miss him. Even though he cheated, I miss him. so much.

This song is lowk pulsing through my veins rn

Mitski-Circle

Mitski - Because Dreaming Costs Money My Dear

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In the gardens of twilight
Where whispers dance softly
We held on to what we lost
Memories like shadows
Fading in the moonlight
Fading in the moonlight

We drift in time
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk

Do you feel the silence
Where laughter used to live
The world turns cold, but
In dreams, I keep you close
We chase the ghosts we knew
We chase the ghosts we knew

And I think we drift
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk

Through the noise of the night
We swayed, we fell apart
But in the heart of the dark
You linger, like a spark

We drift in time
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk

In the quiet, we gather
All the pieces we’ve lost
With every fragile heartbeat
We’ll navigate the frost

And I think we drift
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk

In reflections of twilight
Where the stars spill their tears
I whisper to the shadows
Your name is all I hear

So we drift in time
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk

WE DRIFT IN TIME

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Last Words of a Shooting Star

Puberty 2

Your Best American Girl

Be the Cowboy

Why Didn't You Stop Me?

Pink in the Night

Strawberry Blond - Mitski

Real Men - 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.

Pink in the Night

Mitski

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