The Weepies: Not Dead Yet
"It's hard to say what you mean to me
Everyone is scenery
So you take a late night drive alone
Trying to get home
Oh come on, come on, come on
Give me a sign of life
'Cause there's another way that I'd rather be
If I could only get you alone
It's an inside joke that I never get
And I'm dying inside but I'm not dead yet
Everyone is beautiful, traffic like a funeral
And everybody tries to keep in touch
Through the radio
I guess you'd say you still are mine
Never mind the years of waste time
I'll see you much later on
After everybody else is gone
Wasted on a Saturday, join the Great Majority
With all the ways I tried to keep in touch
That you will never know
Oh come on, come on, come on
Give me a sign of life
'Cause there's another way that I'd rather be
If I could only get you alone
It's an inside joke that I never get
And I'm dying inside but I'm not dead yet"

oh this is not going to be a good week.
everyone is catching up with this depression mood
except for some of those kids that are still having fun with that life of theirs.
and they should. but they should also share a little too. that'd be nice.
from yesterday morning to the afternoon to the evening, it was a giant rollercoaster.
but i think it'd be fair to say we're all itching to get out of this town
and get away from everyone.
i thought i'd take to you - but i didn't.
and im not sure who else to talk to; i told you that. that i couldn't talk to anyone here anymore.
so i'm not dead yet, but i'm dying.
"i don't know why it takes so long"
this morning when i woke up, i thought it was sunday.
i thought i was going to have a great day - after all, i love going to sunday school. that i love doing.
regular school though? where half the kids are making out and the other half are kicking them?
so it's monday. and it's raining. and i remember last year we used to be cynical together and we used to talk all the time about how bad things were and how we couldn't wait to get out of here. now you're happy. and i want you to be happy. but i just wish i wasn't so sad myself. because you don't see it anymore by the way. you don't ask anymore.
i'm just glad that it's almost november.
finally.
people's moods are matching the weather.
finally.

well, most of them anyways are struggling.
so i'm talking to all of you, any of you reading this.
and then i'm trying to talk to you but you're not here.
and then there's you - who is here. but doesn't listen.
and then there's you - who isn't here and did listen but doesn't care.
that's not true. you care. you just care more about your things. which is how it should be, i guess.
i mean, isn't that how this summer fell apart? because you all decided to stay home and rough it there instead of our home in Indiana? that helps me a lot by the way, thanks.
and by the way, are you going to tell me you aren't going?
because i told. she told me. coward.
next time we actually talk? i'm asking. but whenever that'll be.
i'm over making plans with you all and having you guys cancel.
so that's why i'm always staying in. none of you appeal to me anymore.
and i certainly don't want to spread my infectious attitude of this .. mood around to any of you.
i'm just in a rotten mood.
obviously.
i can't wait for winter.
it better stay cold and wet and then it better snow.
because i can't take sunshine.
and today starts another LONG week of school.
that'll fix me up good, right?
wrong. man. i'm just so mad at everyone again.
the world. i'm mad at the world.
everyone is either a too much of a coward
or too confident for their own good.
so to those of you making out and loving life - get kicked.
just metaphorically. just feel it in your head, your pretty little heads for a second
that there's the rest of us.
and that you should ask how we are.