Coats - Make Do And Mend

A knock on the door from an old friend that you thought that you’d never see

again

You prayed that the sad seasons would end, but they weren’t listening

So take your coat from the bin under the bed

I watched it go away in the pale reflection of my face

I count the hours as they’re circling the drain.

I’m out of time to waste

To navigate the empty page, I’ll need all the motivation I can fake

As far as I’m frankly concerned, there’s still no water when the faucet handles

turn

We traded everything for untread ground

We spent the last two years to scared to slow down

Open your mouth, nothing comes out

Run yourself in circles until the bottom falls out and you hit the ground

Still I try to work it out, made more excuses than my fingertips could count

With every age, there’s no progress made

There’s just a wall of hesitation I could never work around

I bit my nails to the quicks just to show that I had nothing more to give