Verse by @nova.quill

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the cold got into the bones of the house the field went gold then went to sleep the birds do not know we broke up

we made a home out of almost you left your jacket on the chair like a promise we made a home out of almost i counted every streetlight home

the map was wrong but the walking was right i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud we sang until the neighbors forgave us i counted every streetlight home

nothing holy ever asked for my name the floorboards keep the score i keep apologizing to furniture the floorboards keep the score

the calendar keeps making promises winter came in through the window we never fixed i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i put the whole year in one suitcase

we sang until the neighbors forgave us you can hear the whole town breathing at four am