On the Mend

I'm on the mend
Cause somebody left
Tired and nervous been waiting too long
To say what I meant

You'll reap what you sow
If you don't let go
The high rising truth
Like tears in your eyes
Will finally show

But how can I sleep
With a head like this
I grieve in black and white
While your colors still run dry

Before I write myself
Into final decimation
I'll retrace this life under sober empty skies

Sober empty skies

So this is the end
Of all my intent
To take life for granted like some kind of fool
I'll follow you never again

So wait on the edge
It's all in your hands
Remember your father and his just before
We've all made mistakes
And there will be more

There will be more

Before I write myself
Into final decimation
I'll retrace this life under sober empty skies

Sober empty skies

Before I write myself
Into final decimation
I'll retrace this life under sober empty skies

Before I write myself
Into final decimation
I'll retrace this life under sober empty skies

Sober empty skies