Verse by @ren.marlowe

you never asked and i never stopped answering we made a home out of almost the birds do not know we broke up my hands still know your kitchen

i still set the table for the ghost of us every train sounds like leaving from here the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath nothing holy ever asked for my name

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i keep apologizing to furniture i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i counted every streetlight home the radio only plays the parts i remember i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

nothing holy ever asked for my name we are all somebody else's weather you never asked and i never stopped answering i keep the porch light on for nobody

i put the whole year in one suitcase the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors