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...