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