Verse by @kessler.groove

winter came in through the window we never fixed you were a rumor i believed twice i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the birds do not know we broke up

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the tape hissed where your voice should be i wore your city like a borrowed coat somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

i keep apologizing to furniture the kettle screams and i let it my mother taught me how to fold a grudge my hands still know your kitchen

the lemon tree outlived the marriage the floorboards keep the score the bus came and i did not get on i keep apologizing to furniture

the birds do not know we broke up my hands still know your kitchen the highway hums the way you used to i put the whole year in one suitcase

the river takes what it is offered