Demons

It's all coming out now

oh no, what have I done

I spun my car out now

oh no, what have I done

I started a fire

I got out of a hole, you know

I lost my head, so

I lost you too, you know

I'm not a liar

I'm not Edgar Allen Poe

I lost my heart though

I lost you too, you know

Wreckers anyway, just skin and bones

good hair and good clothes

That's how it goes

we've got sweet little toes

I'd like to retire

so I can go back to sleep

These demons are killing me

they're killing me quietly

My love is expired

and so are my brains, you know

I still got a soul though

oh, my soul it's got me is expired

Wreckers anyway, just skin and bones

good hair and clothes

And that's how it goes

we've got sweet littles toes

I don't care enough anyway

I sin and throw stones when no one knows

That's how it goes

I've got mean little toes