It doesn't matter where you've been how far
It doesn't matter how run down you are
Or if there's nothing perfect left in your heart
No, it all means nothing, it all means nothing, it all means nothing at all, at all
Teresa stared into her glass of vodka and recalled the time she and Patrick tried to stop the other from their various addictions. He had come to her house drunk and carrying a half-empty liquor bottle. He said to her with vacant eyes "…Try this…really good." He had fallen over onto her shoulder she had almost fallen over because of his weight it brought her back to her father coming home like this. "This doesn't mean anything." she thought "his heart is imperfect; he's rundown, and he gone so far." She half carried half walked him to her couch and sat him down sat next to him and then took his liquor away from him.
I've told you every selfish lie I know
I've taken fall from dizzy heights- I've let go
But there is a simple truth to find below
Where it all means nothing, it all means nothing; it all means nothing at all, at all
In response to the liquor being taken away from him he laid down on the couch and curled himself up into a ball. His head rested in Teresa's lap she started running one head through his hair and the other held one of his hands. He asked her "Things will be better later?" The alcohol clouded his speech and she could barely understand what he had said. She turned her face towards the ceiling and picked through the options she could tell him the truth that things with the Red John case seemed hopeless or that things would get better. She decided to go with the lie though it felt selfish, but Teresa wanted things to be better too. "Yes things will get better." He squeezed her hand in response.
I'm on the edge for you
Losing my head for you
I'm in the red for you
Tonight, tonight
Until my hopes fall through
There's nothing else I can do
I'm in the red fro you
Tonight, tonight
I'm on a rescue
Teresa thought they had stayed the way they were for a couple of hours. Patrick must have been sleeping because he got up from her with a jolt. He wandered around the living room in his drunken stupor. Teresa stayed on the couch until he wandered back to the couch he tried to undo the tie on her robe. He was having trouble doing so because of his mental state. She put her hands on his and stood up. She led him to the doorway of her kitchen where there was light. He had stopped fumbling with the tie on her robe and had gotten it undone he leaned and kissed her.
Love is a thousand shades of grey and we know
There's not a safe or certain way to go
But when we've seen all, uneasiness and hate, it will show
That it all means nothing, it all means nothing, it all means nothing at all, at all
It seemed that alcohol freed himself up when he kissed her. "Is this rescuing someone?" Teresa thought "Is using my body for another's comfort rescuing them?" Patrick had moved from mouth to her jaw and downwards. She tilted her head back and let moan of pleasure. "Am I being used?" She pulled her legs around his head and she threw her arms over his back. He Pushed up against the wall and took her over the edge of reason and sanity into his darkness. The darkness that seemed to fuel the sex that they continued to be the main reason for her rescue and their relationship not it wasn't a relationship it was a comfort.
I'm on the edge for you
Losing me head for you
I'm in the red for you
Tonight, tonight
Until my hopes fall through
There's nothing else I can do
I'm in the red for you
Tonight, tonight
Red, it's a color that plays a role in everything. In cases, Red John, and when she bled comfort. Patrick had bitten Teresa on the neck once and had drawn blood and he had licked taking total pleasure in it. She had wondered if the red would ruin the contract that they had. Was she willing to be in the red for him? Teresa thought but she would be more than willing to do so if only to keep the rescue for as long as she could handle.
Until my hopes fall through
There's nothing else that I can do I'm in the red for you
Tonight
I'm on a rescue…