Verse by @casper.halden

the field went gold then went to sleep my hands still know your kitchen i wore your city like a borrowed coat somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the kettle screams and i let it i speak to the version of you that listens you were a rumor i believed twice

we sang until the neighbors forgave us my hands still know your kitchen the dog still waits by the door at six my hands still know your kitchen

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the kettle screams and i let it nothing holy ever asked for my name i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

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

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i keep apologizing to furniture i counted every streetlight home