Verse by @fenn.arlo

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the cold got into the bones of the house the bus came and i did not get on the kettle screams and i let it

i wore your city like a borrowed coat i keep apologizing to furniture the highway hums the way you used to i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the lemon tree outlived the marriage i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands we were young and the light was cheap