Aesthetic Perfection

My heart is shifting,
Back to the one who's calling out to me,
She ties a tourniquet around my neck,
Cold embrace but warm caress,
My home was never so sweet.
And I will swallow,
Each pill she gives it helps to ease the pain,
She'll take a piece of me and eat it raw,
Been away for far too long,
Return the dirt to the weeds.
Though I'm down,
Down,
Down,
It picks her up,
Up,
Up,
I want it now,
Now,
Now,
I'm out of luck,
Luck,