Verse by @birdie.quinn

your laugh survives in the hallway i buried the argument in the yard my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am the last one at the party fixing the lights you left your jacket on the chair like a promise you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i keep the receipts of everything i felt we were young and the light was cheap every train sounds like leaving from here

i love you in the tense that has no word every train sounds like leaving from here the radio only plays the parts i remember