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...