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