Verse by @halftone.ohm

i keep the receipts of everything i felt i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand you never asked and i never stopped answering i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

the cold got into the bones of the house your laugh survives in the hallway we are all somebody else's weather summer left its fingerprints on the glass

i speak to the version of you that listens i put the whole year in one suitcase the sea does not remember any of our names i left the door unlocked for a season

summer left its fingerprints on the glass you left your jacket on the chair like a promise your laugh survives in the hallway the tape hissed where your voice should be

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years every train sounds like leaving from here the river takes what it is offered i left the door unlocked for a season

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i speak to the version of you that listens