Verse by @moth.lamp

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the map was wrong but the walking was right the map was wrong but the walking was right there is a version of us that stayed

i counted every streetlight home we sang until the neighbors forgave us the floorboards keep the score the kettle screams and i let it

you were a rumor i believed twice the highway hums the way you used to i speak to the version of you that listens my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

the lemon tree outlived the marriage i buried the argument in the yard i speak to the version of you that listens