Fireworks: Mitski

One morning this sadness will fossilize
And I will forget how to cry
I'll keep going to work and you won't see a change
Save perhaps a slight gray in my eye

I will go jogging routinely
Calmly and rhythmically run
And when I find that a knife's sticking out of my side
I'll pull it out without questioning why

And then one warm summer night
I'll hear fireworks outside
And I'll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry