Through/Suit
The Rescue Lyrics

All these depressing evenings
One depressing evening after another

In this depressing bed
Lying in bed, feeling depressed

With all these pressing issues
Overwhelmed with problems

Pressing against my head
Causing stress and worry

I cannot concentrate
Unable to focus

On one thing at a time
Easily distracted

I am starting over
Beginning anew

I am too far behind
Feeling like there's too much to catch up on

And if I gave a handshake
If I interacted with every insincere person

To every phony man
Every fake person I encounter

There would be no sensation
There would be no feeling left

Left to this bony hand
No feeling left in my hand

There is no reputation
No one knows who I am

That precedes itself
No one has heard of me before

I've heard no declination
No one has said no to me

Rebuttal, or sale
And no one has argued with me or bought what I'm selling

But we keep selling ourselves
We keep trying to promote ourselves

By the neon blue and red
Through flashy advertisements

By the keyboards at our hands
Through social media and online presence

And we all just keep dishing it out
Continuing to put ourselves out there

Like the bar sluts beg for booze
Like bar patrons begging for a drink

Do we want to be loved or to be used?
Are we seeking genuine connections or just benefiting from others?

All of these careful people
People who are cautious in their actions and words

Shout the same careful sermons
Preaching the same messages of caution

Well I've been lectured carefully
I too have been told to be careful

And I've been told I'm human
Reminded that I'm only human

I don't ever want to
I never want to

Have to choose a side
Pick one option over another

But I can't argue with
I can't deny

The way I feel inside
My emotions and instincts are guiding me

All these depressing feelings
Agonizing emotions

Translate paper from pen
Written on paper or typed on a computer

Or keyboard to monitor
Displayed on a screen

In my friends' parents' den
At my friends' house

And I keep telling myself
Trying to convince myself

This has got to even out
Things will eventually balance out

There has got to be an out
There must be a way out

You all just keep listening
You all are still listening

Like you want to see what I can do
Curious about my abilities

Be like my father or follow through
Choose to either be like my dad or do something different

Well I don't know what I can do
I'm not sure what I'm capable of

I can't keep depending on each of you
I can't rely on others forever

I just want to make it to the point
My goal is to get to a certain point

Where I can open up my throat
To be able to express myself fully

And sing some world some words I wrote
Share my thoughts and feelings through my music

And pay some bills off from the road
Make money through my music career

Or I want to swim to where it's black
I want to go somewhere dark and unknown

And feel my lungs start to collapse
Experience a dangerous situation

I can sit back and relax
Imagine not needing to worry

Because that would not be so bad.
It might not be so bad to escape reality for a while