Verse by @ivy.transistor

i keep the porch light on for nobody the map was wrong but the walking was right the field went gold then went to sleep i left the door unlocked for a season

the sea does not remember any of our names the sea does not remember any of our names my hands still know your kitchen i still set the table for the ghost of us

the tape hissed where your voice should be the tape hissed where your voice should be i still set the table for the ghost of us my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

winter came in through the window we never fixed i put the whole year in one suitcase there is honey in the bottom of the bad years