Love Me from Love Me by dressmaker

Lyrics:
Filled chest to gut with unmentionable dreams
Candid eyes frost threatening to freeze
Aged underneath perversely versed beliefs
Tender teeth terse for fear of your sleeve

Did I say I was the one
and only with tears on my tongue?
Dizzy darling we’re still young
Pain like ours pours from fountains

You love New York and yourself

I’m the door men burst through
Or some sort of waiting room
Gave you confidence to dream
You never dreamt of me

When stars are malign I give you a call
Speaking to you is the sole time I feel small
I cry – you sing of wedding rings
So I sell tea and starve for the day

You love New York and yourself

You don’t love me, I don’t love me
but isn’t there more than that?

Maybe If I could learn to love myself
Maybe someone would
Fuck me
¿uhhhh?

You love New York and yourself

• Devotional
• noise
• noise rock
• post-punk
• London