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/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