I saw the demon under my bed
invited
now it lives inside my head

living in a house of balloons
hurts to breathe
can't open the window

I've got scars
my demons love to flaunt

in the darkest alleys
I do things
killing my soul

never liked medicine
I've been drinking potions
drinking coins
coughing up dollar bills

sitting on the coldest couch
what day is it
feel so out of it

what's going on outside
the balloons pop
I can't hear a thing

sober in the morning
afternoon calls
night time falls

keeping all these demons warm