Verse by @wren.hollow

we made a home out of almost the bus came and i did not get on i am the last one at the party fixing the lights we were young and the light was cheap

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i put the whole year in one suitcase every train sounds like leaving from here the birds do not know we broke up

i still set the table for the ghost of us i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i am learning to be a room with the curtains open we made a home out of almost

the highway hums the way you used to the kettle screams and i let it the radio only plays the parts i remember the radio only plays the parts i remember

the floorboards keep the score the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath