My Cyanide Catharsis

this scalpel makes a map across my back. carve a short cut to your suitcase lips. there's no saving us tonight. our pulse will flutter like a dial tone. as you touch my hand for one last time, the car engine hums us to sleep. the lies. your subtle teeth. tonight is the rest of our lives. a carbon monoxide lullaby. evacuate. abandon this breath. pull myself apart. just to feel something real. i close my eyes i turn my back for one last time. i hold my breath i fall alseep inside your arms. your eyes reflect my regrets. all the feelings you cant afford and the ones i cant control have collided. now i'm a mess. i've tried my best to hide it. now it's obvious. i wear it in these wounds that never heal. there's no saving us tonight.