Verse by @opal.static

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i speak to the version of you that listens the floorboards keep the score

the field went gold then went to sleep your laugh survives in the hallway i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i speak to the version of you that listens i speak to the version of you that listens the tape hissed where your voice should be

the sea does not remember any of our names you never asked and i never stopped answering the cold got into the bones of the house my hands still know your kitchen

i keep apologizing to furniture the field went gold then went to sleep