Lost My Shape

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.