Verse by @sable.crown

the tape hissed where your voice should be i wore your city like a borrowed coat you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise you never asked and i never stopped answering the floorboards keep the score the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

the tape hissed where your voice should be i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

you were a rumor i believed twice you can hear the whole town breathing at four am there is a version of us that stayed we were young and the light was cheap