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 
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...