Mitski’s eighth album, Nothing’s About to Happen to Me, is set to unravel on February 27 via Dead Oceans, and “Where’s My Phone?” crashes in as the lead single—like misplacing your lifeline in a fog of half-formed worries, all jangly guitars and that voice you can’t shake. Out since yesterday, this opener clocks in under four minutes but stretches like a restless night, blending Mitski’s wiry indie rock with folk-tinged urgency and those hazy “pa-pa-pa” hums that echo like forgotten ring tones. It’s got sharp acoustic strums from producer Patrick Hyland, who layers in subtle percussion and a bridge of wordless “la-da-do’s” that build to a frantic chorus plea.
Lyrics of Where’s My Phone? by Mitski
[Chorus]
Where Did It Go?
Where’s My Phone?
Where’s My Phone?
Where Did I Leave?
Where’d I Go?
Where’d I Go?
[Verse 1]
A Woman Always On The Street Called Me A Ditch
“A Ditch On My Block,” She Said
I Just Want My Mind To Be A Clear Glass
Clear Glass With Nothing In My Head
I Keep Thinking, “Surely, Somebody Will Save Me”
At Every Turn, I Learn That No One Will
I Just Want My Mind To Be A Clear Glass
Clear Glass With Nothing Instead (Pa-pa-pa)
[Chorus]
Oh, Where Did I Leave?
Where’d I Go?
Where’d I Go?
Where Did It Go?
Where’s My Phone?
Where’s My Phone?
[Verse 2]
If Night Is Like You Punched A Hole Into Tomorrow
I Would **** The Hole All Night Long
I’ll Stay Out Until My Mind Is Like A Clear Glass
Clear Glass With Nothing Going On
Or Like A Bug Floating In The Melted Amber
Of A Citronella Candle
I Will Float Until My Mind Is Like A Clear Wax
Clear Wax, Melted In The Dome (Pa-pa-pa)
Clear Wax, Melted In The Dome (Pa-pa-pa)
[Bridge]
La-da-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Pa-pa-pa, Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa, Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa, Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa, Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa, Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa, Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa, Pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa, Pa-pa-pa
[Chorus]
(Where Did It Go?)
(Where’s My Phone?)
(Where’s My Phone?)
(Where Did It Go?)
(Where’s My Phone?)
(Where’s My Phone?)
About “Where’s My Phone? by Mitski”
Thematically, it’s peak Mitski disarray: scavenging for a phone as stand-in for a vanishing self, craving a “clear glass” mind emptied of clutter, while street whispers call you a “ditch” and salvation feels like a cruel joke. There’s this wild, visceral edge too—punching holes into tomorrow, floating bug-like in melted wax—turning everyday panic into something almost mythic, raw with the ache of wanting blankness in a world that won’t shut up.
The album’s whole vibe pulls from those cryptic Instagram reels Mitski’s been dropping: kitchen-floor meltdowns, whispered mantras like the title itself, hinting at stasis masking inner storms. It’s 11 tracks deep—kicking off with “In a Lake,” weaving through “Cats,” “Dead Women,” “Charon’s Obol,” and “Lightning”—all unreleased save this single, cooked up with Hyland on production, Mitski penning lyrics, and touches from engineer Kris Bulakowski plus Jeni Magana on vocals and bass.
No grand concept spilled yet, but the teasers scream evolution: less sprawling heartbreak epics, more fragmented snapshots of limbo, like she’s mapping the quiet before the unravel. That phone-number stunt days before release? Dial it, and a eerie quote plays—pure Mitski mind games, lighting up fan theories on X about identity slips and urban ghosts.
She’s at this fascinating crossroads, three years after The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We scorched charts and stages, with sold-out tours wrapping last fall that had crowds chanting her gut-punches like hymns. Now, post-hiatus whispers and TikTok lore, Nothing’s About to Happen to Me feels like her leaning harder into the surreal domestic—trading cowboy bravado for amber-trapped vulnerability, proving she can still make the mundane feel like a fever dream. It’s the kind of drop that’ll have you replaying at dawn, wondering what you lost along the way.
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