Her Kind of Art

I wake in the spring time as I do in the winter Sadness a lifetime, I can't even tell her I want her to know that I'm falling apart A story so bad, it's her kind of art Awake in the night time, I can't catch a break A moment of her time is what's at stake She says that she'll be mine. I wonder how long If I'm ever so inclined, maybe I'll show her this song