Bag of Bones - Mitski

I’m all used up, pretty boy

Over and over again, my nail colors are wearing off

See my hands, pretty boy

What do they tell you?

'Cause I’ve looked down at them, not knowing why

And after everything’s done and I’m all undone

You can hear my high heels walking on

Clickety-clacking through the night

I’m carrying my bag of bones

Fluorescent store lights, you shine through the night

Illuminate my pores and you tear me apart

Mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?

I’m tired of this searching, would you let me let go?

I know my room is a mess

Over and over again I tell myself I’ll clean tomorrow

Just move the stuff up off the bed

And do what you came here to do

But first, open up a window for me

And let the cool air in, feel the night slip in

As it softly glides along your back

And I hope you leave right before the sun comes up

So I can watch it alone

Fluorescent store lights, you shine through the night

Illuminate my pores and you tear me apart

Mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?

I’m tired of this searching, would you let me let go?

And I can take a little bit more

Let’s shake this poet out of the beast

Just a, just a little bit more

Let’s shake this poet out of the beast