My heart packed its suitcase.

Lay awake in a double bed,
With the covers pulled up tight,
She runs her fingers along his bare chest,
And attempts her own suicide again.

Talk to me honey,
Let your thoughts spill from your lips,
Give me permission and I'll kiss you,
But I can't guarantee my venom will work.

He can tell by the way she slits her wrists that she likes the way he teases her.
Your sexy lies send me into a frenzy.