I need to get you out of my head,
You're like a song,
One I just can't stop singing along to
On the radio, the television, the walls and ceiling,
You're in my bed, you're under my skin.
Under my clothes; you crawl on my skin,

and I break.

I need to be away from the rage,
All your excuses and halfhearted apologies
That never fixed a thing.
I need to leave behind the sharp hands and words
That slid into me and left my veins exposed.

You exhale ammonia and kerosene. I inhale.

You are everywhere on me, and the scars
Won't fade too quickly. I'm stained black and blue.
I am bruised, and that is all there is of me.

I am burning out the refrain that you engraved
On the insides of my wrists.
The words repeat and I replay my memories,
Falling again into your neverworld
Where I am nothing more than my body.