The city's best hypnotherapist Can't seem to trick me into thinking you don't exist With the shades drawn in his office I remember tiny flashing thoughts Of your breath rattling in your chest Why won't you stop smoking cigarettes? Of handwritten letters, begging Your hands around my waist Or as I wait, the aspirin sliding down my throat Thinking it would cure me of my broken heart Of the words "I don't love you anymore" Or "I've been ******* her for months" He can't make the thoughts fade Of me on my back in the park Blowing out smoke Waiting for death while you fall in deep Deeply, deeply, deeply Out of love with me I'm getting sleepy, very sleepy As I fall into the grasp There is no erasing For what slipped through all the spaces.