I'm Not Crying. You're Not Crying, Are You?

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 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
 But 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, no, I can't say
 They blather incessantly, every drossy last one
 And then they clamor 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
 So 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