To Withstand The Force Of Storms

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

Oh

when will you realize

Oh

the city makes you real?

When will you realize

Your demons make 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

It's the way my hands felt

Oh

I am transparent

Oh

I am a greenhouse filled with ghosts

I am transparent

oh

Oh dear god

Oh my 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

For dead legs come alive

Oh dear god

There is no excuse for me

Oh dear god

What have I done?

I still love you

But I don't love myself