Verse by @casper.halden

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the moon is a coin i cannot spend you were a rumor i believed twice i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

i put the whole year in one suitcase i am learning the names of ordinary things again the moon is a coin i cannot spend summer left its fingerprints on the glass

i still set the table for the ghost of us i speak to the version of you that listens the birds do not know we broke up i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

the field went gold then went to sleep i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand