Verse by @indigo.varn

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the radio only plays the parts i remember somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the cold got into the bones of the house

i love you in the tense that has no word i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i counted every streetlight home somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

i wore your city like a borrowed coat the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the tape hissed where your voice should be we were young and the light was cheap

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the tape hissed where your voice should be the radio only plays the parts i remember the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath