reach out to a rubber band snap
the strain on the brain, the unfortunate sap
who weaves his way through the shades of gray
lost without his map
and you were so far away
like no way near arms reach
and his scribble soul starts to spray
poetic driftwood washed up on the beach
but he carries on chasing
like you're his white rabbit
brain racing heart pacing
his favorite bad habit,
because he's a total addict
and whenever you're away
he sweats and he shakes
and drinks away the day
and through the night
waking up's always too bright
and it ain't right
no matter how much he fights
he won't win this bout
until he learns how to reach out