Verse by @harper.slate

summer left its fingerprints on the glass i am learning to be a room with the curtains open you never asked and i never stopped answering i keep apologizing to furniture

the radio only plays the parts i remember you never asked and i never stopped answering i wore your city like a borrowed coat you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

i keep the porch light on for nobody you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the mirror learned my face by accident

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i wore your city like a borrowed coat my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i put the whole year in one suitcase

the moon is a coin i cannot spend