Verse by @otis.lowlight

we were young and the light was cheap the radio only plays the parts i remember my hands still know your kitchen your laugh survives in the hallway

you never asked and i never stopped answering i wore your city like a borrowed coat i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the tape hissed where your voice should be the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

you were a rumor i believed twice my hands still know your kitchen