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 towards the sun I will follow
Stretch myself out thin
There's a part of me that's already buried
Sends me out into this wind
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
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 comes along
Like my old addiction
Now the other side of day
Spring time of my life's time
Turns 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
Page is only scrawled and I am gone this afternoon

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