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