Verse by @june.parade

i counted every streetlight home i still set the table for the ghost of us the bus came and i did not get on somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

every train sounds like leaving from here we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i put the whole year in one suitcase we made a home out of almost

i put the whole year in one suitcase i keep the receipts of everything i felt the bus came and i did not get on the sea does not remember any of our names