I cry at the start of every movie. I guess 'cause I wish I was making things, too, but I'm working for the knife. I used to think I would tell stories, but nobody cared for the stories I had about no good guys. I always knew the world moves on I just didn't know it would go without me. I start the day high and it ends so low 'cause I'm working for the knife. I used to think I'd be done by twenty, now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears the same. Though maybe at thirty, I'll see a way to change that I'm living for the knife. I always thought the choice was mine and I was right, but I just chose wrong. I start the day lying and end with the truth that I'm dying for the knife.

— Working for the Knife, Mitski

Do you remember late night in Boston, good streets to got lost in. We were fooling around we were finding our sound and in the winter losing both our motel keys down south in Tennessee. We shut down the bar, yeah we slept in the car. All the places we can't be love. Now that she's lying here between us. Making space, making space, making space, making space space for the stranger.
My parents got hitched back in '86, like they invented love on a summer solstice. My grandfather died from missing his wife, when he invented death I couldn't make myself cry. Can I come over or do I need reason why?
We went, the two of us into the woods behind the little school. Two went in and one came home. We didn't go in there alone. Your eyes were lovely as you danced with centipedes and little ants. We built a fort of lover's teeth and some of mother's sheets. I was a boy and I was good, but there are witches in these woods.

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