I try to tug my mouth into a smile, remind myself depression's like a song, it doesn't last, not even for a while, on your soundtrack till some audio file of upbeat party music comes along. I try to tug my mouth into a smile, and urge myself to go that extra mile, or even leave the house, try to be strong. It doesn't last, not even for a while, I tell myself, speed reading through a pile of self-help books that couldn't all be wrong. I try to tug my mouth into a smile but behind each happy thought a River Nile of unhappy thoughts all want to tag-along. It doesn't last, not even for a while, it's just a passing phase, like waiting trial or being captured by the Viet Cong. I try to tug my mouth into a smile. It doesn't last, not even for a while.