Songtext

It is four to 2:00am and I got the devil on my shoulder
whispering wicked words into my ear
I've been here before and my compagnion won't stay sober
he's having all the best of times watching me sitting here

they say the good things don't come easy
even if they burst out of the blue
if easy means to sit at home and staring at a screen
then the best things don't come easy, I guess its true

and as the leaves are changing colors
as september's left behind us
once again I'm fighting the same old war
there's no blood, no scars, no battlefield
on the outside I'm who I used to be
but i won't wave a white flag this time