Poor Traits of the Artist

Every single ugly day
What am I trying to say?
A good line here
The idea's there
And it's scribbled on some bill that I can't pay

Catch 22 since I was twenty two
Never ever ever knowing what to do
I doubt myself
I beat myself down
And I'm closer to death when I wake up the next day

But I never need anyone when I have you
No, I never need anyone

It's easy to blame work, love and weather
It's easy to act like you've got it together
But behind my door, and on my floor
Is a man who can't stand what he stands for

What am I even doing?
Is luck a pursuit worth pursuing?
The cream will rise
Up to your eyes
Then bury you there shortly after

But I never need anyone when I have you
I never need anyone