Verse by @bram.ellery

the lemon tree outlived the marriage there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i wore your city like a borrowed coat i left the door unlocked for a season

i keep the receipts of everything i felt i wore your city like a borrowed coat i left the door unlocked for a season we were young and the light was cheap

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the floorboards keep the score the calendar keeps making promises the floorboards keep the score

the field went gold then went to sleep every train sounds like leaving from here i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i counted every streetlight home

i left the door unlocked for a season i counted every streetlight home i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i keep the porch light on for nobody