Verse by @tess.nakamura

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the highway hums the way you used to

the calendar keeps making promises the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath summer left its fingerprints on the glass winter came in through the window we never fixed

the tape hissed where your voice should be i put the whole year in one suitcase every train sounds like leaving from here we made a home out of almost

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud we are all somebody else's weather i put the whole year in one suitcase you were a rumor i believed twice

we made a home out of almost the field went gold then went to sleep my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i put the whole year in one suitcase

we are all somebody else's weather i keep the porch light on for nobody