By summer’s end, I predict that I’ll
Have finally lost my mind
The doctor said that these new pills
Well, they might help me this time
And I hope that’s the case ’cause I feel I am wastin’
The one life that I have
The chances, they come, and the chances, they go
But the time, well, you can’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
They tell me they’ll make me feel alive
But 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 wants to talk about everything I’m not
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
Well, 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
They tell me they’ll make me feel alive
But I know good and well that ain’t gonna help
I’m just praying, praying I make it through the night
Well, 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
They tell me they’ll make me feel alive
But I know good and well that ain’t gonna help
I’m just praying, praying I make it through the night
I’m praying I make it through the night