Call the Days - Nadia Reid

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.