Verse by @moth.lamp

the kettle screams and i let it there is a version of us that stayed the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors we were young and the light was cheap

i keep apologizing to furniture we sang until the neighbors forgave us the mirror learned my face by accident i still set the table for the ghost of us

you were a rumor i believed twice the mirror learned my face by accident i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the moon is a coin i cannot spend

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the highway hums the way you used to