To Withstand The Force Of Storms – La Dispute

Oh, you’ve a pretty mouth
Leave your lips to linger on my skin and
Kiss me one last time
I will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter
Sleeping in the sutures of the city’s skin
Make yourself remember me in cold and concrete.

When will you realize this city/your demons make(s) you real

Oh, you’ve a pretty mouth
Leave your lips to linger on my skin and
Kiss me one last time
I will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter
Sleeping in the sutures of the city’s skin
Make yourself remember me in cold and concrete
It’s the way my hands felt lying still beneath your dress

(I am transparent,
I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts)

oh god, oh dear god

Whisper secrets, speak in a hushed voice
The first thing that you learn is that you never let them hear you
In a soundproof room, in a windowless world
Keep your voice down or dull your words
Then
Put on your bedroom face for him
All pursed lips and half-closed eyes with pink-stained skin
Screaming for sleeping hands on downed dresses
Screaming
For dead legs come alive, for dead legs come alive

Oh dear god, there is no excuse for me