And if we get beaten by this winter, if we get strangled by regret. Just let our love of life and tension gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths. And have them lay us in a basement, smash some bottles on the ground, and say we never knew the difference between the feeling and the sound.

La Dispute – Nine

Beauty.

And if we get beaten by this winter, if we get strangled by regret, just let our love of life and tension gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths. And have them lay us in a basement, smash some bottles on the ground and say we couldn’t tell the difference between the feeling and the sound.

La Dispute – Nine

I’ve always struggled at the root of the problem. Has it been absence or my constant lack of defense? I’ve never spent a lot on finding a remedy. I guess I figured that it hurt for a reason. I guess that’s why I’ve always turned to writing it down. Not just in stories, but the letters in between. And I guess that’s why it haunts the pages of everything—to self-examine.

La Dispute – A Letter (2011)