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. 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.