The Strong Suit
Cex Lyrics

Feels like someone dropped my eyes In a cradle of needles Like you'd drop ice cubs in a bar glass
I feel immense pain, as though my eyes were carelessly mishandled and dropped into a container of needles, similar to the way one might drop ice cubes into a glass at a bar.

I stare out from behind my eight a.m. sting Through the passenger side of this rented van's dash
Despite the pain and discomfort I'm experiencing, I'm still required to show up for work at 8am and carry out my duties, which involve looking out through the passenger side of a rented van's dashboard.

I am a boy, who snuck in his father's closet Put on a suit, and got hired for his father's job And before I could push my hand Through the oversized sleeve to stop it I was hired on the spot And now I am a travelling salesmen I am eeking out a living Breathing, missing, pitching, lying I am a travelling salesmen
I'm just a boy who put on my father's suit as a joke, but things spiraled out of control and I ended up getting hired for his job as a traveling salesman. I'm barely scraping by and have to resort to questionable tactics to make a sale, which includes lying to customers.

Body fastened tight around the child I'm swimming in it And when I find myself Behind the wheel in my sleep Which is everynight I realize, only thought I could drive But I figure if I can Stay unconscious for half the day I double my chances to get it right
My suit is too tight and constricting, making me feel like a child who is drowning in it. I'm so exhausted from the demands of my job that I often find myself dreaming about driving, but in reality, I'm not a good driver. However, I figure if I sleep for half the day, I might have a better chance of succeeding at my job.

Just choose a destination Any destination See the destination To make it there just once I want to put one foot In front of the other And be one step ahead Of where I was
I long for the ability to simply choose a destination and reach it, just once. I want to be able to move forward in life, one step at a time, and constantly improve in some small way.

I don't get up With the majority I don't go out With a fingernail I don't get up I don't get down But I still breathe At least for now I don't get up I don't go out I don't move, won't lose And I won't breakdown
I don't conform to what everyone else is doing, and I don't participate in activities that would damage my physical body or my emotional well-being. Although I'm not really going anywhere or making any progress, I'm still alive and surviving, for the time being.

Keeping buying my suits smaller and smaller Hoping I will be demoted when they notice Keep leaving my cells in your sisters and daughters To try and escape disguised as my own kid
I keep buying smaller and smaller suits, hoping that someone will notice and demote me from my current position. I also leave fake offspring behind with your sisters and daughters, hoping to escape from my job and responsibilities by pretending to be a different person.

I sell cheap encyclopedias, vacuums I'd sell my own soul Throw open the backroom's doors and show you That nobody knows how the cars Get us all where we're going You can turn the wheel But it won't be controlled You can shake when you go out Collapse back home The little victories Are gifts from coincidence Each sale's just a delay The vacant chambers are infinite You didn't get shit from the universe Until the barrel turns To the place where the bullet waits And everything you've earned Is reduced to its actual value That's how you understand The boulder always falls back downhill Each sentiment expressed Was born to recreation And the energy can not be remade We change its state Call our new music groundbreaking But entry takes And eventually all the noise we make Will go away But I'm just a boy in my father's suit, what do I know? I shouldn't be here...but since I am, can I interest you in a little snakeoil?
I sell cheap products like encyclopedias and vacuums, and I'm willing to sell my own soul to make a sale. I can open the door to the backroom and show you that nobody really knows how we get to where we're going. Driving doesn't give us complete control, and sometimes we experience hardship and disappointment. Small victories are just coincidences that delay inevitable hard times. We are insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and all our efforts and contributions to the world will eventually disappear. I'm just a boy in a suit who doesn't really know anything, but I still try to sell snake oil to make ends meet.