Demons

I got too drunk at your wedding and my voice got loud

And I said some creepy things and I staggered around

And even though your best man had to kick me out

It was a pretty good time either way

It seems a fight broke out and an old man was yelling

'Cause no one was buying all the bullshit he was selling

And he threw all his keepsakes on the ground and walked away

Cursing hard to bring back yesterday

And the dying ain't gonna stop

Just because you walk away

And you can cry for the things that you've lost

But you're never gonna bring back these days

I hate the Mondays and the Fridays 'cause they always define

The endless march of pushing ruthlessly to the light

Well, if I'm gonna be dying then I'm gonna get high

And scream until I'm not feeling the pain

Let's burn a bridge for the fuck of it and kill this night

With some beers down at the pits with whiskey lips and we'll try

To love for a moment and forget for the night

That life doesn't usually feel great

And the dying ain't gonna stop

Just because you walk away

And you can cry for the things that you've lost

But you're never gonna bring back these days

Where we gonna go now that everything's shut down?

I can't go home, so where do you want to go now?

Let's bring it back around

To where everybody's singing that

The dying ain't gonna stop

Just because you walk away

And you can cry for the things that you've lost

But you're never gonna bring back these days

You're never gonna bring back these days