pin striped and tied up

i'm pin striped and all tied up
i don't know what i'm doing
it's clear that the bottom of this cup
is where i'm heading

come on and wrap yourself around
the frozen water you know
your time is short from place to place
your inspiration is clear
and it holds me until
i stumble or get uncomfortable

although white is similar to clear
your partnership seems to be
hand-made by the clock and sold the same
as many other conglomerations i've know

wide-eyed and shaking no one knows
what you've been doing behind closed doors
you've been putting holes in all my clothes
distracting all the lookers-on

you've been so good to me
why would i give up this creativity?