Verse by @marlow.quinn

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the bus came and i did not get on i put the whole year in one suitcase the bus came and i did not get on

nothing holy ever asked for my name the floorboards keep the score the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the kettle screams and i let it

you were a rumor i believed twice i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i saved the last cigarette for a braver night somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the field went gold then went to sleep the highway hums the way you used to the floorboards keep the score

you were a rumor i believed twice you were a rumor i believed twice i left the door unlocked for a season the floorboards keep the score