The Night's Disguise

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