Irony, Illiteracy, and Indifference

Sometimes it gets freezing
That's the irony in summertime
The temperature's been dropping since you left
I swear, the weatherman is in on it
He tells me that I should be warm
So I turn this cold I feel
Into my sad excuse for an art form

So pardon me
My ideology
And my despondency for now
I'm like a car whose battery has been run down
I'm stuck in neutral, so push me up this hill
I can't make the rest of the way on my own
Because I'm never going home

I'll take a dive off the highest jump I can
Just so I can feel alive again
Just so I'm not feeling dead
And I'll do 90 down a residential street
Just to see if I can still feel anything
Can I still feel anything?

You had finally taught me to read
But the books here are written in another language
That I can't decipher for my life
And my friends like books
Cast me dirty looks
From their place upon their shelf
Disapproving of how I spend my time
Just worrying about myself

So pardon me
My anxiety
And my tendency to disagree
I've been one big cliché the past couple months
I haven't lived the way I should
I've been worrying too much about myself
But that's not what life's about

I used to think that I'd
Rather walk out of my life
Than walk out of my house day after day
And while I'm not going to deny
That I still feel like that from time to time
Recently it's easier to say I've been okay