Lyrics The All–American Rejects – Demons

Driving a car with both eyes closed
Got a broken heart and a busted nose
Need a good nights 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
And 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
And 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
That’s where my head’s at

I’m running from my demons
They keep on chasing, no one can see them
Hey 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