Demons

I got too drunk at your weddin' and my voice got loud
 And I said some creepy thing's 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 yellin'
 'Cause no one was buying all the bullshit he was sellin'
 And he threw all his keepsakes on the ground and walked away
 Cursin' hard to bring back yesterday
 And the dyin' ain't gonna stop
 Just because you walk away
 And you can cry for the thing's that you've lost
 But you're never gonna bring back these day's
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 I hate the Monday's and the Friday's 'cause they always define
 The endless march of pushin' ruthlessly to the light
 Well, if I'm gonna be dyin' then I'm gonna get high
 And scream until I'm not feelin' the pain
 Let's burn a bridge for the "fuck of it" and kill this night
 With some beer's 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 dyin' ain't gonna stop
 Just because you walk away
 And you can cry for the thing's that you've lost
 But you're never gonna bring back these day's
 (Whoo)
 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 about
 The dyin' ain't gonna stop
 Just because you walk away
 And you can cry for the thing's that you've lost
 But you're never gonna bring back these day's
 You're never gonna bring back these day's