Verse by @fenn.arlo

the radio only plays the parts i remember we are all somebody else's weather i keep the receipts of everything i felt we made a home out of almost

i put the whole year in one suitcase i keep the porch light on for nobody i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the kettle screams and i let it

i left the door unlocked for a season my mother taught me how to fold a grudge nothing holy ever asked for my name my mother taught me how to fold a grudge