Bury Me At Makeout Creek

This song lives in the deeply relatable chasm (pun intended lol) where morbidly dry, self-effacing humor meets the visceral despondency of the Townie lyfe. And I’ve tried sharing and I’ve tried caring and I’ve tried putting out, but the boys, boys, boys keep coming on for more, more, more. And change, change, change is gonna come but when, when, when? And I want a love that falls as fast as a body from a balcony!

I don’t offer Mitski enough credit for influencing my miserable romantic endeavors. If your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room, you can lean on my arm as you break my heart.

I couldn’t have changed anyway