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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 'cause 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 And 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 Now tell me they'll make me feel alive I know good and well, that ain't gonna help I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night Well, I'd love to get to sleep, but I can't get too deep Though I'm doing the best that I can My mind likes to talk about everything I'm not And even worse, everything I am I tell my friends, and they tell me that time will only do me well But I won't shut my mouth, is it a rule down in the south That you can't talk about your mental health? And 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 Now tell me they'll make me feel alive I know good and well, that ain't gonna help I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night And 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 Now tell me they'll make me feel alive I know good and well, that ain't gonna help I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night Praying I make it through the night
Writer(s): Michael Joseph Wise, Morgan Dealie Wade, Sadler Jennings Vaden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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