Crutch

Don't look at me
If you need a crutch
And if you're looking for answers
I don't have much

And if you're looking for reason
You get no such luck
You can have the funnies
And I'll take the rest

You can tell your lover
You stayed Lillywhite
And you can tell your children
You fought a good fight

And you can tell your preacher
That you saw the light
You better keep you alibis
Locked up tight

Don't you look at me
Like I'm insane
And if my hands got dirty
Yours look the same

And if you halor for heaven
You better find your faith
You can change the mirror
You can't change the face

You can call yourself righteous
Why you're still to blame
I never saw you comin'
You got me from behind

You can sell your stories
To the New York Times
And you can take the high road
And I'll take mine