fire for the fuel

another old one from about 5 years ago

shes grasping the heart in my chest as im gasping for breath
organizing this mess I've had to deal with since the day that she left

I feel like Adam without eve
Hansel without Gretal
like lighting a match beneath a boiling kettle
My hearts being squeezed by its main arteries
there's a chip on my shoulder that weakens my knees
her actions were cold like a cool autumn breeze
she blew me off like leaves fallen from changing trees
I grab my keys and get in my car
turn it on and leave following her star
I hope I get far but there's no guarantees
when fueled by heart break and suicidal tendencies