Primary ft. Anda – Dressroom


Out of all the things that shined, nothing was useless
As if I had everything in my hands, I liked everything
Old clothes that just took up space
Why didn’t I throw them out but hold onto them?

Throw it away, it’ll just be baggage anyway
I’ll just pick out a few things I need and throw it away so I can forget you
Empty closet, the scent of the memories, I’ll empty it all out
I’ll fill it up again with new things so I can never take out the old again

The pain is too out of season to be crying over
The faded scent is only remembered in the memories
The empty hangers in the room that’s as big as space
It’s time to admit that it’s time to let you go

Throw it away, it’ll just be baggage anyway
I’ll just pick out a few things I need and throw it away so I can forget you
Empty closet, the scent of the memories, I’ll empty it all out
I’ll fill it up again with new things so I can never take out the old again

Trapped in our black and white film
Of wearing your t-shirt and watching movies all night
Thoughts of you swallowing me up as I wait for you who would never come
I broke down but I still couldn’t let you go

Throw it away, it’ll just be baggage anyway
I’ll just pick out a few things I need and throw it away so I can forget you
Empty closet, the scent of the memories, I’ll empty it all out
I’ll fill it up again with new things so I can never take out the old again

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