Tediore Regret (Throw it Back)

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Prompt / Lyrics
"You ever love something so much you threw it at a bandit? Ever watch it explode and feel… nothing? Yeah. Me too. Let's talk about that."

[VERSE 1]

I bought you at a vending machine. You were cheap.
Shiny. Red. The kind of gun you keep
For a rainy day. For a firefight.
For the moment when the bullets run out and the night
Gets hungry. You were there. You were light.
You were the answer when nothing felt right.
I named you "Lucky." I named you "Mine."
I told myself you'd be the one this time.

But you're a Tediore. You're made to leave.
You're made to burst. You're made to grieve
The hand that held you. The hand that threw.
The hand that loved you. The hand that knew
You'd never come back. You'd never stay.
You're the gun that always goes away.

[HOOK]

THROW IT BACK! WATCH IT FLY!
ONE LAST GLINT IN THE SKY!
THROW IT BACK! CLOSE MY EYES!
EVERY TEDIORE IS A LIE!
A PROMISE MADE OF PLASTIC AND STEEL!
A LOVE THAT NEVER STAYS REAL!
THROW IT BACK! WATCH IT GO!
ANOTHER GUN I USED TO KNOW.

[VERSE 2]

I remember the first one. Blue. Small.
I threw it at a psycho. Watched it fall
Into a crowd. The bang was bright.
I thought about it all night.
Not the bodies. Not the blood.
Just the sound. Just the thud
Of the gun leaving my hand.
I didn't understand.
I thought it was just a tool. A thing.
I didn't know the grief would cling.

Now I got a collection of names.
Guns I threw. Guns that became
A memory. A ghost. An itch.
A part of me I can't switch
Off. I see their faces in the dark.
The ones I threw. The ones that sparked
A second of light. A second of love.
Then exploded. Then was gone.

[BRIDGE]

"You ever name a gun? Ever whisper to it before a fight? Ever feel it leave your hand and think… maybe don't explode this time. Maybe come back. Maybe stay."

"They never stay. That's the deal. Love something. Throw it. Watch it die. Buy another one. Pretend it's different."

[VERSE 3]

I got a new one. Silver. Sleek.
Haven't thrown it yet. Haven't peeked
At what it feels like to let go.
I keep it close. I move slow.
I pretend this one is different. Real.
I pretend I don't know the deal.
But I know. I always knew.
Every Tediore leaves you.
That's the point. That's the game.
Love the thing that won't remain.
Love the thing that leaves your hand.
Love the thing that can't withstand
The weight of staying. The weight of being.
I'm the problem. Not the gun.
I love the ones that always run.

[BREAKDOWN]

"I could buy a Jakobs. A gun that stays. A gun that lasts. A gun that doesn't leave me in a cloud of smoke and regret."

"But I don't. I never do. Because the leaving… the leaving is the part I love. The moment it leaves my hand. The moment it's not mine anymore."

THAT'S THE REGRET. THAT'S THE TRUTH.
I LOVE THE THINGS I LOSE.

[HOOK FINAL]

THROW IT BACK! WATCH IT FLY!
ONE LAST GLINT IN THE SKY!
THROW IT BACK! CLOSE MY EYES!
EVERY TEDIORE IS A LIE!

THROW IT BACK! SAY GOODBYE!
ANOTHER GONE. ANOTHER CRY.
THROW IT BACK! ONE MORE TIME!
I'LL BUY ANOTHER. I'LL BE FINE.