I know that someday you’ll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
-La Dispute, one of the best bands lyrically ever