Verse by @harper.slate

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the bus came and i did not get on you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the bus came and i did not get on

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i keep the receipts of everything i felt i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

we are all somebody else's weather summer left its fingerprints on the glass the bus came and i did not get on the mirror learned my face by accident