our pulse will flutter like a dial tone.
I close my eyes, I turn my back for one last time.
I hold my breath, I fall asleep 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.