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...