This can't just be a chemical,
     
From now any other pain is bearable,
                                 
And I feel as if I'm skidding like Somerset House skating.

x2

     
Like when you need to puke,
           
And you're feeling so weak,
              
You're on the floor folded on your knees.

I mean:
               
You had me on my knees. 

x2

     
This can't just be a chemical,
         
From now any other pain is bearable,
                                 
And I feel as if I'm skidding like Somerset House skating.

    
And maybe sending just one 'X'
   
Is my new goodbye-for-life text,
    
And trying to think just what is next:

                               
You've got me on the floor again. 



                                      
All I can picture is held [bad word] apart.