Verse by @casper.halden

the map was wrong but the walking was right i keep the receipts of everything i felt every train sounds like leaving from here the sky was the color of an unopened letter

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i saved the last cigarette for a braver night you never asked and i never stopped answering nothing holy ever asked for my name

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the map was wrong but the walking was right

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i keep apologizing to furniture the radio only plays the parts i remember the radio only plays the parts i remember

the mirror learned my face by accident