If disbelief, fantasy were the masters of confusion
Then the only thing left to blame was a long line of depression
Discretion might've left room for the truth
Learning how to bear or living like I care
There's a ghost down the hall in the middle of my mind
Telling me I'm crazy 'cause I learned how to walk the line
I ain't drinking no bourbon, but there's demons on the shelf
I lost so much of me that I don't recognize myself
Feels like the winter took the fall
I ain't saying my world's gone to hell
I'm just a little tired, that's all
If broken hearts and brand new starts and clichés people say
Regrets on this cigarette was the riddle of the day
Then I might have a run of good luck
But I feel like a fool, like my prayers ain't getting through
There's a ghost down the hall in the middle of my mind
Telling me I'm crazy 'cause I learned how to walk the line
I ain't drinking no bourbon, but there's demons on the shelf
I lost so much of me that I don't recognize myself
Feels like the winter took the fall
I ain't saying my world's gone to hell
I'm just a little tired, that's all
If there's a rhyme or a reason to sing what I can't say
Then I'll just keep believing, and live to fight another day
'Cause there's ghosts down the hall in the middle of my mind
Telling me I'm crazy 'cause I learned how to walk the line
I ain't drinking no bourbon, but there's demons on the shelf
I lost so much of me that I don't recognize myself
Feels like the winter took the fall
I ain't saying my world's gone to hell
I'm hoping there's more story left to tell
I'm just a little tired, that's all
I'm just a little tired, that's all
