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.

When will you realize this 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.
Oh, I am transparent.

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.

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.