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.