Verse by @fenn.arlo

the cold got into the bones of the house i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the bus came and i did not get on the cold got into the bones of the house

i keep the receipts of everything i felt we sang until the neighbors forgave us i put the whole year in one suitcase the lemon tree outlived the marriage

the floorboards keep the score my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the radio only plays the parts i remember you were a rumor i believed twice

the bus came and i did not get on