I'm Not Crying. You're Not Crying, Are You? (Dear and the Headlights)

Did the seesaw nights put their hands on you? I can't really say, I can't really say Are you swinging from the eaves in a tasteful noose? I can't really say, I can't really say You're following a flashlight down utility halls And then you mumble to yourself that this has all been your fault And oh, you're not laughing, you're not laughing, are you? And now some local loser with a tape and a badge Wants you to answer from the list of pointless questions to ask And no he's not sincere, you're not sincere, are you? Then the howls and moans pour from the black and it's a sea of blank faces straight to the back Aggressively mediocre in every single way Yet you're the only reason that they came So if you have to keep singing then singing should be fine And if it ain't what you had pictured Yeah that sounds about right Does it matter much to me to mean a thing to you? I can't really say, I can't really say They blather incessantly, every drossy last one And then they clamour for attention vomiting opinions But oh you weren't asking, you're not asking, are you? Ain't it hard when you discover that the only thing you've ever loved is passing your hat and anything that's got a pulse is doing just the same and you're the only reason that you came So if you have to keep singing then singing should be fine And if it ain't what you had pictured then yeah that's about right Said if you have to keep singing then singing should be fine And if it ain't what you had pictured then yeah that sounds about right