The clouds are holding up the dawn    they're stilts or crutches   I can't tell which one    to keep the short days looking longer   or to keep the sunlight from falling on broken legs    but the   night's disguise is wearing thin    caught me looking through   your eyes    no I'm not doing alright    I'm just as stupid and   desperate as I've always been    all the uselessness I write   just come at me with a knife    come cut this sickness from my   mind    help me forget about a shattered lie    bleed my failure   into something right    the boss man said there's no more work   this winter    so go on home now and check back in the spring   some dreams turned out to be a nightmare that you can't afford   so it's coming in on a credit card    get yourself all prettied up   my love    come here close let me tie that ironed ribbon    on the   dress I bought you it's the perfect one    for the perfect night   with the perfect woman    but the night's disguise is wearing thin