Adam Linder - Sunday Crossword Challenge lyrics

My lips are always chapped this time of year So I don't open my mouth, I don't let the words come out But the "sorrys" keep slipping, my lips keep on cracking As I make love to my conscience, my badly broken ego I step outside without a jacket on It's colder here in Rockville More harsh than last December I think about the way things were last year I see my breath and watch it disappear I'm finding that I'm tired more and more That I'd rather not go out, don't want to talk about The things that keep me up when there's no light In words, they're wrong. In melodies, they're right I find it hard to keep my promises I make them in the night time, by the morning I've lost hope Like the priest confirming things he'll never know I never water any seeds i sow I've been feeling like a poet recently So I craft all of my sorrows into metaphors and similes And I do my best to avoid hyperbole I'm trying to retain some meaning I've been wanting to get some things off my chest So I've waited like a vulture, waited for my prey And it scurried along in the shape of a song I started it last weekend, I finished it today And it said all that I needed it to say So to test it out, I fed it to my brain I'm still waiting on the test results The outcome of that survey But I hope that everything will be okay I've been feeling like a poet recently So I craft all of my sorrows into metaphors and similes And I do my best to avoid hyperbole I'm trying to retain some meaning But it's all that I can do to be Positive on days like these When my knees are weak from shivering But I swear I'll do my best in days to come I've been feeling like a poet recently So I craft all of my sorrows into metaphors and similes And I do my best to avoid hyperbole I'm trying to retain some meaning I'm trying to retain some hope I'm trying to retain my sanity I'm trying.