David Bazan Forest Fires
You used to feel like a smoker
Shivering in the cold
Waiting outside the bar
Until the opener's over
But now you feel like a drinker
Twenty days off the shots
Down at the liquor store
Trying to call your sponsor
You used to feel like a forest fire burning
But now you feel like a child
Throwing tantrums for your turn
You used to feel like a prophet
And everyone wanted to know
How you could tell the truth
Without losing that soft glow
But now you feel like a preacher
Evoking the flames of Hell
Some drunk fisherman
Chasing after the white whale
You used to feel like the prodigal returning
But now you hate what you've made
And you want to watch it burn