[Verse 1]

If I’m not depressed what’s left, will you think of me?
I’d invite it in like a guest
With blessed content, meant to be
It’s gotta be meant to be, chemical imbalance
That’s the recipe.
I detest the unproductivity
But invested time in this angle
Tangled in self-loathing, I had it handled
Watching it burn through me like a candle
My Achilles’ ankle.

[Verse 2]

If I’m so smart why can’t I start?
I planted a weed and something grew, deep
Could throw to cheap takes at others, expense
But that’s not a muscle I want to tense.
I’m in suspense
I won’t give a pretence.
No one is more keen for what’s next than me
Man I could be, shouting
This dick ain’t free! but it is
Welcome to me, I exist
wrote all my character flaws in a list
Hoping for a spark
If I’m so smart why can’t I start?

[Verse 3]

Nothing comes to mind when I’m staring at stats
Declining, or the success in other artists
I’m finding little joy in creation
I’m starting to fall into a pit inbetween releases
Starting again in a few months picking up the pieces
This is a thankless profession

if you ignore the compliments in the sessions
or the people Who come up to you at shows
saying you sound like so and so,
and you brought your A-game
It’s only a matter of time, it's fine
this industry is just turning tides

If I’m not depressed, what’s there to write about
blank pages unable to fill them out
No passion or interest, can't think of the pun
Or a hook as viral H1N1

[outro]

The world is submerged in doubt and anxiety
I struggle to find the surface

Just wadding through open water unable to find purchase

Unable to find the right rhyme or metaphor
Can't stay in time or sing

My voice is a stain on my memory and I can't seem to rub it out.

Cringe and scrunch up good ideas because I wrote them

Fall further into the deep.

Hold on and ride it out