Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski

All of this turbulence wasn’t forecasted

Apologies from the intercom

And I am relieved that I’d left my room tidy

They’ll think of me kindly

When they come for my things

They’ll never know how I’d stared at the dark in that room

With no thoughts

Like a blood-sniffing shark

And while my dreams made music in the night

Carefully

I was going to live

You wouldn’t leave till we loved in the morning

You’d learned from movies how love ought to be

And you’d say you love me and look in my eyes

But I know through mine you were

Looking in yours

And did you know the liberty bell is a replica

Silently housed in its original walls

And while its dreams played music in the night

Quietly

It was told to believe

I always wanted to die clean and pretty

But I’d be too busy on working days

So I am relieved that the turbulence wasn’t forecasted

I couldn’t have changed anyways

I am relieved that I’d left my room tidy

Goodbye