The 8 mile walk to the time machine Bugs Bunny used when he was Lost in Time

Trapped in my head,
not knowing where home is,
this must be the reason,
why I can't control this.

The love behind your smile,
being ahead for a mile,
can't catch up,
even if I run all the while.

Kind ventures, 
hidden behind your gestures,
buried by the tough, harsh texture,
of my mind's ill lecture.

The bottle is a friend,
with a problem that sees no end,
following a destructive trend,
whenever you're not holding my hand.