Lyrics:

Skies like angels turn to rust,
We hide, inside our pickup trucks
Thought heavy like aeroplanes
Come crashing down and burst in flames
Memories, I cash em in for a piece of mind and
Some discipline

No turning back, I'm starting to mend, a fortunate man
I've always been. A fear in my heart if I don't
concede, I'm only as good as you allow me to be

Friends will come and friends will go. You're my
friend, hold my soul. Rain drops bullets from the sky
inside my lungs, a battle cry

I'm starting, starting to mend