I Just Don't Care That Much

The Devil poured me a glass of whiskey,
And I took it,
Like the idiot I am.

He didn't come to me in horns,
Like everyone told me to expect.
He came to me as a clean break,
A clear path to run,
A ghost I didn't have to fear.
And I followed him,
Racing down every path he cleared,
Until I realized it was just me and that ghost
Tucked deep in a forest.
And when he took off the glamour,
Letting me see those horns,
I'm not ashamed to say
I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't worth it.
I'd been killing myself for some God
Trying to prove I was clean,
And when he offered me the drink,
I knew the glimmer of the future I'd been seeing
Was a mirage.
Maybe they're all just betting on us.
Betting to see who can stick it out.
So I took the drink,
And stained my soul,
But damn if it's not easier
Playing with the demons you know
Than fighting the ones you don't.