Verse by @kessler.groove

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the dog still waits by the door at six the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

the kettle screams and i let it i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i wore your city like a borrowed coat you were a rumor i believed twice

i buried the argument in the yard somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried my hands still know your kitchen the moon is a coin i cannot spend

the sea does not remember any of our names the moon is a coin i cannot spend the calendar keeps making promises