Verse by @fenn.arlo

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried summer left its fingerprints on the glass i keep the receipts of everything i felt you were a rumor i believed twice

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open there is a version of us that stayed i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the floorboards keep the score

i counted every streetlight home the lemon tree outlived the marriage the calendar keeps making promises the tape hissed where your voice should be

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i keep apologizing to furniture somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i still set the table for the ghost of us you never asked and i never stopped answering