By summer's end I predict that I'll have finally lost my mind The doctor said that these new pills They might help me this time And I hope that's the case because I feel I am wasting the one life that I have The chances they come and the chances they go But the time you don't get that back
Johnnie called me late last night and I told Mr. Walker just go home Why do the demons in my mind never wanna leave me alone It's the pistol and the bottle it's the drugs and it's the throttle That tell me they'll make me feel alive I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying I make it through the night
Well I'd love to get to sleep but I can't get too deep Though I am doing the best that I can My mind likes to talk about everything I am not And even worse everything I am I tell my friends and they tell me that time will only do me well I won't shut my mouth is it a rule down in the south that you can't talk about your mental health
Johnnie called me late last night and I told Mr. Walker just go home Why do the demons in my mind never wanna leave me alone It's the pistol and the bottle it's the drugs and it's the throttle That tell me they'll make me feel alive I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying I make it through the night
Johnnie called me late last night and I told Mr. Walker just go home Why do the demons in my mind never wanna leave me alone It's the pistol and the bottle it's the drugs and it's the throttle That tell me they'll make me feel alive I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying I make it through the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
