They said make time while you got time

They don't account for the years that I wasted on you

I never knew what I lost, dear

Till I had some time away from you

And now all I find is it's harder to find it

The tiny core that's fresh and new

For most of my life, I've been so inclined to watch on

But never follow through

To watch on, but never follow through

What do I do with the skin I shed?

What do I do with this empty-nest head?

What do I do when I finally get to follow through?

Don't recognise those old curls now

All of the falsehoods and tragedies spread in my name

I hope she's doing alright though

Others might still know her as me

The harder I try, the more I'm reminded

I've only got myself blame

And twenty odd years of living in fear will do that to you

Got you groaning in pain

Do that to you, got you groaning in pain, oh

What do I do with the skin I shed?

What do I do with this empty-nest head?

What do I do when I finally get to follow through?

Oh, what do I do with the skin I shed?

What do I do with this empty-nest head?

What do I do when I finally get to follow through?