La Dispute - To Withstand the Force of Storms lyrics

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