Crash

The doors slammed shut, planning for our next escape. Holding on tight to these memories, like it was the steering wheel. We raised our voices over a broken radio, hearing nothing but deep static in your words. I eventually shifted the gears in reverse, wishing it was a time machine. As if my imagination couldn't conjure up another reason for us to stay this way. I was careful enough not to make another dent... considering all the damage that's already been done. There's no insurance that would say we'll make it out of this unharmed. But it's times like these, where you can't overlook the flaws. From the broken window for when our trust was shattered. To the new paint job, for all the times we tried to cover up our own mistakes. Our trunk is filled with the baggage of past arguments. Rotting in between the seams. Slowly rusting into something that we can't come back from. My heart starts to look like a broken GPS, as I think about how many times I've been lost because of it. I'm just saying how it's almost a miracle that we're still alive. As no amount of signals will give me the slightest clue of where this relationship is headed. When would we finally realize that these seatbelts have been holding us back? And that these airbags are only cushioning us from an impact just waiting to happen. Please don't fight me on this. I'm tired of feeling like we're running out of gas. Maybe it's about time to make this stop, our last.