Bag of Bones

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 --- Bag of Bones - Mitski