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letra de mr manhattan - ​mitsu

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[intro]
5:30

[chorus]
these late nights are my therapy sessions
ask if i’m okay, act like i don’t care to be questioned
when really i’m dying, crying out for a little help
spent most of my youth yearning for better mental health
these late nights wouldn’t dare to be mentioned
how am i supposed to let her know that i’m scared of attention?
eyes staring through my ribs
i can’t k!ll myself, i really want some kids
be the dad my father wouldn’t be, it is what it is
[verse]
nah, it isn’t what it was
lil’ cousin vape, she need that serotonin in her lungs
i don’t want to judge, but she ain’t even in the 8th grade
i remember middle school was anime and beyblades
i remember getting jumped, searching for a safe sp-ce
fell in love with lauryn hill, then i had to chance pace
listening to channel orange
and to be frank, i kept my “blonded” life in the storage
a coming out party sound like something forced
cat’s out the bag, y’all p-ssy if you think i’m pouring my heart out
masculinity masks my pain, a mere mortal
i know my dependency captures my angst
time after time, keeping an act up like i’m hanks
mr manhattan, tell me what’s wrong
said she leaving to new york, but she left her soul in your palms
pray you’ll still get alone, pray there’s still something strong
when you come back, that feeling y’all had
beginning to grasp the situation
and to the dearly departed, when he’s asking you to come home
it’s not where the house is at, it’s him; where your heart is
love is soft to the touch, but i swear the work is the hardest
i’ll probably fumble regardless
man, i tumbled on the telephone
mature for my age? i stu-stumbled over stepping stones
knew what was right because before i had to get it wrong
searching for a vibe, nowadays i’m always skipping songs
looking for that one track
yeah, i’m looking for that one track
[chorus]
these late nights are my therapy sessions
ask if i’m okay, act like i don’t care to be questioned
when really i’m dying, crying out for a little help
spent most of my youth yearning for better mental health
these late nights wouldn’t dare to be mentioned
how am i supposed to let her know that i’m scared of attention?
eyes staring through my ribs
i can’t k!ll myself, i really want some kids
be the dad my father wouldn’t be, it is what it is

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