Sunday Crossword Challenge

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.