On the Mend

Well I been medicating myself through the tough times
Weed and pills ninety proof and cheap wine
See I been down this lonely road enough times
To know the streets are never paved with gold
The good times seem harder to hold
If I blink my eyes I might grow old

So I keep holding on tight
Til that feelings right
Take your time
Baby I got all night
To start mendin this broken heart
Where there's a hole
Whoa oh oh

Well it takes a lil bit more than it used too
To get my mind straight after the bad news
These bills need paying
But I ain't got no job to lose
But so much of my story ain't even been told
I might be shakin' but I ain't cold
Sometimes a winning hand well it means you fold

So I keep holding on tight
Til that feelings right
Take your time
Baby I got all night
To start mending this broken heart
Where there's a hole
Whoa oh oh oh

Just when I think that I've had enough
Life reminds me that I really ain't that tough
Two more drinks, I'm probably leaving here in cuffs
Two more drinks you know I'm leaving here in cuffs
But just like my buddy told to me
Even cowboys cry so let it be
It's all relative to a certain degree

So I keep holding on tight
Til that feelings right
Take your time
Baby I got all night
To start mending this broken heart
Where there's a hole
Whoa Oh oh oh
Where there's a hole
Whoa Oh oh oh
Where there's a hole