Demons

It's not enough to feel it

It needs to overwhelm you

These senses you are having, you need for them to blind you

And you would

Shoot the tin man in his heart

But I will be the bait

I will pose as pious for you

and keep the pressing eyes, from anything to fumble and blow

a smoke screen when you go

I was happy but now I'm leaving

Here's the rest of my beer

I'm going home with my demons

You said your husband is gone

So hide your harmful hand

I didn't mean anything, I just wrote it all down

To sing about it later on

I've got a knuckle through the wall

And a hand in your skirt

You could ask me again

It might even get worse as this wreck

Becomes a path to my past

I was happy but now I'm leaving

Here's the rest of my beer

I'm going home with my demons

I was happy but now I'm leaving

Here's the rest of my beer

I'm going home with my demons

I'm reviewing all these notes

And I've rivaled these possessions

It's the first that's most notable, what somebody told you in response

To Molly Rose and Lee McGowen

I was happy but now I'm leaving

Here's the rest of my beer

I'm going home with my demons