My old addiction
Changed the wiring in my brain
So that when it turns the
switches
Then I am not the same
So like the flowers toward the Sun
I will
follow
Stretch myself out thin
Like there's a part of me that's already buried
That
sends me out into this window
My old addiction
Is a flood upon the land
This
tiny lifeboat
Can keep me dry
But my weight is all
That it can stand
So
when I try to lean just a little
For just a splash to cool my face
Ahh that
trickle
Turns out fickle
Fills my boat up
Five miles deep
My old
addiction
Makes me crave only what is best
Like these just this morning song
birds
Craving upward from the nest
These tiny birds outside my window
Take my hand to
be their mom
These open mouths
Would trust and swallow
Anything that came along
Like my old addiction
Now the other side of Day
As the springtime
Of my
life's time
Turn's the other way
If a swan can have a song
I think I know
that tune
But the page is only scrawled
And I am gone this afternoon
But the page is
only scrawled
And I am gone this afternoon