Throwaway ft. Record Setter Lyrics

I've been screaming your name but you're not around

I've been feeling alone every time I breathe out

Tell me what's the point in always moving around

When all we'll unpack is just more self doubt

I'm a throwaway that's all they'll fucking ever see

Choke myself with bloodied hands

I'd rather die than be your entropy

No expensive knit sweater and not my name in bold letters

Could ever solve the endeavor of self forming identity

Commodity is cyanide, we're keeping carbon in the recipe

But sand bags around my waist would waste

Everything I've ever valued so I swallow the taste

(Yeah we all swallow the taste

Cuz they'd waste everything that we ever valued

So we swallow the taste)

I've been screaming your name but you're not around

I've been feeling alone every time I breathe out

Tell me what's the point in always moving around

When all we'll unpack is just more self doubt

No expensive knit sweater

No bold letters

You called me a throwaway

No worse than what I tell myself every day

I'm fixing this

If I can

I'll love myself so that I can extend a hand