Hard to Kill a Ghost

Well there's a hole in my pocket where my money disappears
I could tell you how it got there, but I doubt you'd want to hear
Some sob story from a kid who spends his time
Bitchin' at the world after he smokes away his mind

And oh, what you don't see
There's not much else out there for guys like me
And when you can't stand to be in your own damn company
Sometimes you start to feel the need to set your self free Oh-oh-oh

Here I go
Just fill my brain with cheap cocaine, bury me in the snow
And oh-oh-oh I'm getting close
To killing all these demons, but it's hard to kill a ghost

And when the sun comes up, there's something in me dies
I told myself I'd watch my health and go to bed last night
But once I start, you know I'll never stop
So I open up that bottle and I drink down that last drop

And oh, what you don't know
All the things that you've been telling me, I heard them long ago
And I know that you're right, but I don't got the strength to fight
So I'll just keep on getting high because it makes me feel so low

And oh, here I go
Just fill my brain with cheap cocaine, bury me in the snow
And oh-oh-oh I'm getting close
To killing all these demons, but it's hard to kill a ghost

And I keep giving in again and again
But I'm learning now that half the fight
Is to pick yourself back up and to know that there's enough
Left to keep you running towards that light

But until then
Oh, here I go
Just fill my brain with cheap cocaine, burn me in the snow
Oh-oh-oh I'm getting close
To killing all these demons, but it's hard to kill a ghost