The Explanation At The Center Of It All

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...