Lyrics Yr Throat - Jeff Rosenstock

I can't find any way
I can't find any way to relax
I can't do anything
I can't do anything of impact
I emptied out my brain
In hopes that I would have some success
Finding some clarity
But I just made a mess
What's the point of having a voice?
What's the point of having a voice
When it gets stuck inside your throat?

I'll ramble incessantly
On pointless rattlings in my head
First person shooter games,
Guitar tones, ELO arrangements,
And a vinyl record that you can hear!
But when it means something,
I always disappear.
What's the point of having a voice?
What's the point of having a voice
When it gets stuck inside your throat?
When it gets stuck inside your throat?
When it gets stuck inside your throat?

After the contest
I saw my neighbors
Line up the shots
And say to each other,
"There's nothing left we can do right now."

After the tape leaked,
I searched for answers.
Accountability.
All I discovered gave me
Fever sweats from the inside out
It made me cold from the inside out.
It's not like any other job I know.
If you're a piece of shit they don't let you go.
If you're a piece of shit they don't let you go.
If you're a piece of shit they don't let you go.