Demons

Sometimes they’re in a bottle
Sometimes a pair of high heal shoes
Some come rolled in paper
Some have six strings and only play the blues
Once you meet the devil
There’s no way he’ll let you be
When I’m not chasing demons
There’s demons chasing me.
Skeletons in closets
Ghost underneath the bed
They hide out in pictures
And in words better left unsaid
They hang around like perfume
And haunt me like an ancient melody
When I’m not chasing demons
There’s demons chasing me.
There’s things I can’t leave alone
'Cause they won’t leave me alone
What I want ain’t what I need
Still I reach for the things I crave
Better try to runaway
Maybe I’m afraid of being free
When I’m not chasing demons
There’s demons chasing me.
So roll one up and light it
Pickup my old guitar
I’m playing crossroads
Drinkin' whiskey from the mason jar
There’s heartache at my front door
Says she needs my company
When I’m not chasing demons
There’s demons chasing me.
There’s things I can’t leave alone
'Cause they wont leave me alone
What I want ain’t what I need
Still I reach for the things I crave
Better try to runaway
Am I afraid of being free, you tell me
When I’m not chasing demons
There’s demons chasing me.
When I’m not chasing demons
There’s demons chasing me.
There’s demons chasing me
There’s demons chasing me.
When I’m not chasing demons
There’s demons chasing me.
There’s demons chasing me
There’s demons chasing me
There’s demons chasing me
There’s demons chasing me.
When I’m not chasing demons
There’s demons chasing me…