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