My Cyanide Catharsis - The Bled, Emily Long

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

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 can’t afford and the ones i can’t 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