written by Morgan Wade

By summer's end, I predict that I'll
Have finally lost my mind
The doctor said that these new pills
Well, they might help me this time
And I hope that's the case 'cause I feel I am wastin'
The one life that I have
The chances, they come, and the chances, they go
But the time, well, you can't get that back

And Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker just go home

Why do the demons in my mind
Never wanna leave me alone?
It's the pistol and the bottle
It's the drugs and it's the throttle
They tell me they'll make me feel alive
But I know good and well that ain't gonna help
I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night

Well, I'd love to get to sleep, but I can't get too deep
Though I'm doing the best that I can
My mind wants to talk about everything I'm not
Even worse, everything I am
I tell my friends and they tell me that
Time will only do me well
But I won't shut my mouth, is it a rule down in the south
That you can't talk about your mental health?

Why do the demons in my mind
Never wanna leave me alone?
It's the pistol and the bottle
It's the drugs and it's the throttle
They tell me they'll make me feel alive
But I know good and well that ain't gonna help
I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night

Well, Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker just go home

Why do the demons in my mind
Never wanna leave me alone?
It's the pistol and the bottle
It's the drugs and it's the throttle
They tell me they'll make me feel alive
But I know good and well that ain't gonna help
I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night

I'm praying I make it through the night

written by Morgan Wade, Sadler Vaden, Mike Wise

I wrote a song about bein' suicidal
Put it on the internet and it went kinda viral
And my old friends, we don't talk anymore
But I still have the memories of wakin' up on their floor
And I'm mighty proud of where I'm at
But I'm one bad day from fallin' back
And I'm one bad day from relapse
And I'm gon' wind myself right back in rehab, yeah

I ain't above it, I know I'm not
I am blessed with everything that I got
I thought by now these thoughts would stop
But I still have these dreams where I am takin' shots

Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker, "Just go home," woah-oh
I prayеd I'd make it through the night
Now I'm, I'm wakin' up all alone

If I ain't with thе band and I ain't on the road
I don't know who I am when I am home alone
And I buy all this stuff 'cause I wanna feel somethin'
I feel somethin' for a minute, then it's back to feelin' nothin'
All these books pilin' up on self-improvement
How the hell can I improve if I'm gon' read, but ain't gon' do it?
And I, I'm at war with myself
Battered and bruised from my mental health and

Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker, "Just go home," woah-oh
I prayed I'd make it through the night
Now I, I'm wakin' up all alone

Johnnie's still callin' me
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)

I think I'm fat, so I don't eat
I pop a Xanny and I send my ass to sleep
I wake up just to do it all again
Will this shit ever end?

Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker, "Just go home," woah-oh
I prayed I'd make it through the night
Now I'm, I'm wakin' up all alone

Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)

written by Morgan Wade, Sadler Vaden, Mike Wise

I wrote a song about bein' suicidal
Put it on the internet and it went kinda viral
And my old friends, we don't talk anymore
But I still have the memories of wakin' up on their floor
And I'm mighty proud of where I'm at
But I'm one bad day from fallin' back
And I'm one bad day from relapse
And I'm gon' wind myself right back in rehab, yeah

I ain't above it, I know I'm not
I am blessed with everything that I got
I thought by now these thoughts would stop
But I still have these dreams where I am takin' shots

Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker, "Just go home," woah-oh
I prayеd I'd make it through the night
Now I'm, I'm wakin' up all alone

If I ain't with thе band and I ain't on the road
I don't know who I am when I am home alone
And I buy all this stuff 'cause I wanna feel somethin'
I feel somethin' for a minute, then it's back to feelin' nothin'
All these books pilin' up on self-improvement
How the hell can I improve if I'm gon' read, but ain't gon' do it?
And I, I'm at war with myself
Battered and bruised from my mental health and

Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker, "Just go home," woah-oh
I prayed I'd make it through the night
Now I, I'm wakin' up all alone

Johnnie's still callin' me
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)

I think I'm fat, so I don't eat
I pop a Xanny and I send my ass to sleep
I wake up just to do it all again
Will this shit ever end?

Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker, "Just go home," woah-oh
I prayed I'd make it through the night
Now I'm, I'm wakin' up all alone

Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)

written by Morgan Wade, Sadler Vaden, Mike Wise

I wrote a song about bein' suicidal
Put it on the internet and it went kinda viral
And my old friends, we don't talk anymore
But I still have the memories of wakin' up on their floor
And I'm mighty proud of where I'm at
But I'm one bad day from fallin' back
And I'm one bad day from relapse
And I'm gon' wind myself right back in rehab, yeah

I ain't above it, I know I'm not
I am blessed with everything that I got
I thought by now these thoughts would stop
But I still have these dreams where I am takin' shots

Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker, "Just go home," woah-oh
I prayеd I'd make it through the night
Now I'm, I'm wakin' up all alone

If I ain't with thе band and I ain't on the road
I don't know who I am when I am home alone
And I buy all this stuff 'cause I wanna feel somethin'
I feel somethin' for a minute, then it's back to feelin' nothin'
All these books pilin' up on self-improvement
How the hell can I improve if I'm gon' read, but ain't gon' do it?
And I, I'm at war with myself
Battered and bruised from my mental health and

Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker, "Just go home," woah-oh
I prayed I'd make it through the night
Now I, I'm wakin' up all alone

Johnnie's still callin' me
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)

I think I'm fat, so I don't eat
I pop a Xanny and I send my ass to sleep
I wake up just to do it all again
Will this shit ever end?

Johnnie called me late last night
And I told Mr. Walker, "Just go home," woah-oh
I prayed I'd make it through the night
Now I'm, I'm wakin' up all alone

Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)
Johnnie's still callin' me (Callin' me)