The All-American Rejects - Demons

Drivin' a car with both eyes closed
Got a broken heart and a busted nose
Need a good night's sleep, need a change of clothes
You think you know me? Nobody knows

Because I'm runnin' from my demons
They keep on chasin', but no one can see 'em
And is this the real life? Feels like a museum
That's where my head's at, there's no turnin' back

Am I even here? Is it still even me?
Am I some of the man that I still claim to be?
It's like losing a fight, I'm alone in the ring
You come to fix me? Would you believe, could you believe you need me?

Because I'm runnin' from my demons
They keep on chasin', but no one can see 'em
And is this the real life or a mausoleum?
That's where my head's at, there's no turnin' back

That's where my head's at
That's where my head's at

I'm runnin' from my demons
They keep on chasin', no one can see 'em
Is this the real life or a mausoleum?
That's where my head's at, there's no turnin' back
That's where my head's at, there's no turnin' back
That's where my head's at

Written by:
Justin Louis Raisen, Luke A.c. Niccoli, Tyson Ritter

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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