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 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 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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