Verse by @halftone.ohm

the kettle screams and i let it i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet you left your jacket on the chair like a promise summer left its fingerprints on the glass

we sang until the neighbors forgave us somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the sky was the color of an unopened letter you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

we made a home out of almost the floorboards keep the score the bus came and i did not get on i speak to the version of you that listens

i still set the table for the ghost of us i still set the table for the ghost of us i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands