Dan Wilde Demons
She invites me over to her beautiful home
And she sits on the floor while her dog's on a throne
And she spends all night talking
I never know what it is that she's trying to say
She tells me her stories
All of them tall
With a full glass in hand
That she's bound to let fall
But I know her excuses, I've heard them all
So I'm doing my best to pretend
She calls me up when she's feeling well
With some brand new ideas that she's keen to sell
The smile on her face makes it hard to tell
Just how long this is going to last
All her demons come back to her fast
They always do
She recommends books that I really should read
If I plan to make changes in the life that I lead
But in her situation it's hard to believe
She's the one to be giving advice
It's late and I realise there's no more to say
So I drink till I'm dry, I get on my way
At the end of the night, at the end of the day
There's a chance to start over again
She calls me up when she's feeling well
With some brand new ideas that she's keen to sell
The smile on her face makes it hard to tell
Just how long this is going to last
All her demons come back to her fast
They always do
