The Days

You're quite the fire thrower While I'm losin' all my sparks Wastin', waitin' for this invitation As I drip into the horror But I'm savin' up everything I said For my remorseful days Layin' with my children With silence on my breath (Sa-sa-savin' up, sa-sa-savin' up) (Sa-sa-savin' up, sa-sa-savin' up) (Sa-sa-savin' up, sa-sa-savin' up) (Sa-sa-savin' up, sa-sa-savin' up) You're quite the wild rose riler While I'm drinkin' all the rain Wastin', waitin' for this revelation As I crack through the floor, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh But I'm writin' down everything you say For my dementia days Layin' with my children With whiskey on my breath You're quite the fire, wild and lost Went from golden to smoldering