Mitski Inspiration Part Deux: Bury Me at Makeout Creek

bury me at makeout creek

lay me down in the romanced paths

warm loved dirt

think about what these trees have seen

kissing is hard enough for those still breathing

dead kids are loved but can’t do anything

in return

 

bury me at makeout creek

better than the grownup graveyard with those lives

well lived

leave me in a place of hot, wasted time

like life, like demise

I was never good at subtext anways

 

bury me at makeout creek

with the cigarette butts and ghosts

the bad guitar will help me sleep