Call the Days

I have heard a mother's tongue.
 She said baby don't you come under.
 I am so far from my home,
 That Heaven can't hear my call.
 But I am digging my own grave.
 I am chasing shit beneath the haze.
 I was so sure that he would stay,
 And would love me anyway.
 I was happy on my own.
 I would call the days as they were none.
 And in the guilt that I have found,
 You know the one that sticks around.
 I was so sure that i would go,
 That I'd already sunk the boat.
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 And I sought out my winter coat.
 I cut the sleeves off before I'd known.
 I was so sure that I would feel,
 A mark of guilt, the pain of you.
 And I was happy on my own,
 I would call the days as they were known.
 And in the guilt that I have found,
 You know the one that sticks around.
 I was so sure that he would stay,
 And would love me anyway.