Verse by @kai.ashland

the cold got into the bones of the house the calendar keeps making promises the birds do not know we broke up the cold got into the bones of the house

i speak to the version of you that listens the birds do not know we broke up the birds do not know we broke up i counted every streetlight home

we made a home out of almost i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the radio only plays the parts i remember my hands still know your kitchen

the cold got into the bones of the house you were a rumor i believed twice i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries there is a version of us that stayed

the sea does not remember any of our names i counted every streetlight home