Verse by @isla.marren

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

i still set the table for the ghost of us the birds do not know we broke up the birds do not know we broke up i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand you were a rumor i believed twice i left the door unlocked for a season i keep the porch light on for nobody

we were young and the light was cheap the field went gold then went to sleep the birds do not know we broke up nothing holy ever asked for my name

we are all somebody else's weather the field went gold then went to sleep i keep apologizing to furniture the sea does not remember any of our names