Verse by @tide.mercer

the highway hums the way you used to nothing holy ever asked for my name the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

winter came in through the window we never fixed i counted every streetlight home the sea does not remember any of our names the map was wrong but the walking was right

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

the floorboards keep the score