Kill Devil

Turn the calendar page
Cause I’ve had enough of this day
Sweet relief comes from sleep
But I’ve never slept that deep
The kill devil keeps me awake
Because of the sugar it makes
I should take care of myself
And put the kill devil back on the shelf
The turntable’s weary and worn
My headphones are tattered and torn
The hardwood wraps me in cold
As I listen for stories untold
The kill devil calls me by name
And wraps me in sorrow and shame
I should take care of myself
And put the kill devil back on the shelf
Home sweet home
Alone sweet alone
Sweet, bittersweet
Home sweet home