You Would Like a Word with You

Here's this freehand kinda poem I wrote about a girl. About the dumb things we do for pride but not for each other. As if somebody's reading this lol

So you think that you've got an edge on me?
I've got the knife, I've got the life, My eyes are open wide
You'll die by my hands, I'll stand over your carcass
You dead thing, you twisted mound of flesh and feelings
Stealing the love of my life from me, but now I'm free
My bills are paid, my decisions are made, and I want you
Just you and I flying high and never looking down
Let's burn this town to the ground, let's leave our corpses behind
And finally find what our hearts have been needing
Each other, finally, just us
Finally, just us, each other
Each other, just us
Finally