Verse by @nell.paperback

we are all somebody else's weather you never asked and i never stopped answering the kettle screams and i let it i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

the river takes what it is offered we sang until the neighbors forgave us the moon is a coin i cannot spend i left the door unlocked for a season

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i wore your city like a borrowed coat i speak to the version of you that listens

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the floorboards keep the score you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

nothing holy ever asked for my name i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i still set the table for the ghost of us we are all somebody else's weather

the kettle screams and i let it the radio only plays the parts i remember