Verse by @halftone.ohm

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise winter came in through the window we never fixed i speak to the version of you that listens the river takes what it is offered

the radio only plays the parts i remember i wore your city like a borrowed coat i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

the highway hums the way you used to the floorboards keep the score the map was wrong but the walking was right the dog still waits by the door at six

the highway hums the way you used to i am the last one at the party fixing the lights every train sounds like leaving from here we are all somebody else's weather

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i speak to the version of you that listens the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays