Did the seesaw nights put their hands on you?nI can't really say, I can't really saynnAre you swinging from the eaves in a tasteful noose?nI can't really say, I can't really saynnYou're following a flashlight down utility hallsnAnd then you mumble to yourself that this has all been your faultnAnd oh you're not laughing, you're not laughing are you?nnAnd now some local loser with a tape and badgenWants you to answer from the list of pointless questions to asknAnd no he's not sincere, you're not sincere are you?nnThen the howls and moans pour from the black and it's a sea of blank faces straight to the backnAggressively mediocre in every single waynYet you're the only reason that they camennSo if you had to keep singing then singing should be finenAnd if it ain't what you had picturednYeah that sounds about rightnnDoes it matter much to me to mean a thing to you?nI can't really say, I can't really saynnThey blather incessantly, every drossy last onenAnd then they clamor for attention vomiting opinionsnBut oh you weren't asking, you're not asking are you?nnAin't it hard when you discover that the only thing you've ever loved is passing your hatnAnd anything that's got a pulse is doing just the samenAnd you're the only reason that you camennSo if you have to keep singing, then singing should be finenAnd if it ain't what you had pictured then yeah that's about rightnSaid if you have to keep singing, then singing should be finenAnd if it ain't what you had pictured then yeah that sounds about right.