Demons - The All-American Rejects

Driving 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 running from my demons

They keep on chasing, but no one can see them

Is this the real life?

Feels like a museum

That’s where my head’s at, there’s no turning 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?

I’m running from my demons

They keep on chasing, but no one can see them

But is this the real life or a mausoleum?

That’s where my head’s at, there’s no turning back

That’s where my head’s at (Where my head’s at)

That’s where my head’s at (Where my head’s at)

I’m running from my demons

They keep on chasing, no one can see 'em

Is this the real life or a mausoleum?

That’s where my head’s at, there’s no turning back

That’s where my head’s at, there’s no turning back

That’s where my head’s at