Verse by @kessler.groove

i left the door unlocked for a season you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the floorboards keep the score the radio only plays the parts i remember

i keep the receipts of everything i felt you never asked and i never stopped answering nothing holy ever asked for my name you were a rumor i believed twice

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the radio only plays the parts i remember somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the floorboards keep the score

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the moon is a coin i cannot spend the bus came and i did not get on

the moon is a coin i cannot spend i am learning to be a room with the curtains open