Just Like An Addict

I have an itch (Not for crack or coke) To hit the road. If you have it you feel it If you don't, You don't. But an itch has to be scratched (Unless it's chicken pox or poison ivy) Before it drives you crazy. It's too late to deny Too late to change Too much to ignore. With blessings or curses I'm leaving tomorrow. If I disappear forever I'm either happy or dead. But I have to go now, Before I scratch off my head.