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 [?].

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.