Verse by @isla.marren

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the mirror learned my face by accident the tape hissed where your voice should be

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise we made a home out of almost nothing holy ever asked for my name you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

the calendar keeps making promises i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud you never asked and i never stopped answering i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

i wore your city like a borrowed coat i still set the table for the ghost of us i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet