You used to feel like a smoker, shivering in the cold. Waiting outside the bar til the opener's over. But now you feel like a drinker, twenty days off the sauce Down at the liquor store trying to call your sponsor.
You used to feel like the forest fire burning, but now you feel like a child throwing tantrums for your turn.
You used to sound like a prophet, and everyone wanted to know How you could tell the truth without losing that soft glow. Now you fell like a salesman closing another deal, Or some drunk ship captain raging after the white whale.
You used to feel like the forest fire burning, but now you feel like a child throwing tantrums and then some.
You used to feel like the prodigal returning, but now...now you hate what you've made, and you want to watch it burn.