Verse by @birdie.quinn

the field went gold then went to sleep somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the kettle screams and i let it the kettle screams and i let it

i buried the argument in the yard there is a version of us that stayed the moon is a coin i cannot spend the moon is a coin i cannot spend

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud winter came in through the window we never fixed the lemon tree outlived the marriage i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i wore your city like a borrowed coat the dog still waits by the door at six i wore your city like a borrowed coat i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

the dog still waits by the door at six winter came in through the window we never fixed