My muscles break when I split in two because I can't stay
Here with you
My bad dreams my loss of sleep my loss of hair my loss of
Trust the way
She tells me to be still and that I know better the
Rushing in of ghosts and shards of disbelief
Rammed into my head the way I break the mirrors now your
Paintings in the trash my songs
In THE MEMORIES OF WHORES our photographs that I can't
Look at the same our photographs the
Steel trap snapped between my legs the way my tongue has
Gone sour the way I wake up shaking
The way I sense your caustic lies the way my stomach
Catches fire the way I've LEFT it all BEHIND...
