Verse by @lux.trebble

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i keep apologizing to furniture the bus came and i did not get on the tape hissed where your voice should be

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the river takes what it is offered we made a home out of almost the tape hissed where your voice should be

the field went gold then went to sleep nothing holy ever asked for my name we are all somebody else's weather i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the map was wrong but the walking was right the highway hums the way you used to the calendar keeps making promises

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast there is a version of us that stayed nothing holy ever asked for my name i keep apologizing to furniture