Placebo Kids

I could feel it. Maybe it was something brought in the wind you know, maybe it was just that. Maybe it was not smelling that rank smell of rubbing alcohol, vomit, and shit. Maybe it wasn't feeling suffocated in the lingering smoke around me. Maybe it was just that. Feeling the wind beneath my broken wings, a quiet grey sky just above me instead of chipped wood.

I am free. I am free.

listen.