To Baker And Back

I brought it on myself,
Letting the sober dust
Accumulate on my shelves.
My lifeboat was sunk
And I went down...
Down the stairs
To feel the ground on bare feet.
Everyone is waiting outside to meet me
And I pray these feet would bring me back
Quick, like a lick of lightning,
I dash out the door,
Nothing fearing, nothing frightening.
Just one step at a time,
Hoping authorities' paths won't cross with mine.
I know we crossed the line,
I know I didn't want the time
To say hello to the person
Waiting behind those doors.
This is what you see and a little bit more
Feeling a rush that bites down to the core,
An adrenaline rush that gives me the heat
To run through the cold in my first naked streak.