Placebo

Stuck between thedo or die, I feel emaciated.
Hard to breathe I try and try, I'll get asphyxiated.
Swinging from the tallest height, with nothing left to hold on to.
Every sky is blue, but not for me and you.
Come home, come home, come home, come home.
Glass and petrol vodka gin, it feels like breathing methane.
Throw yourself from skin to skin, and still it doesn't dull thepain.
Vanish like a lipstick trace, it always blows me away.
Every cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday.