Your breath on my skin
I called my addiction
Ever since you left
They put me on these prescriptions
But I've prescribed myself
A Change of Scene
And I know
I'll always be addicted
To the utterly relentless presence
That causes the wind to make
The hairs stand up
On the back of my neck and
The fall air
To still feel
Like your breath
It's what they call a trigger
So now I'm finally going away
But like the breeze
Your memories
Can't be escaped
And no matter how far I run
I'm always *addicted