I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible, 
I'm terrified to speak but you'd expect that from me...
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt; now the rain is 
washing you out of my hair and out of my mind.
Keeping an eye on the world, 
so many thousands of feet off the ground,
I'm over you now I'm at home in the clouds 
towering over your head.


She hasn't been sober for days..