Verse by @casper.halden

the highway hums the way you used to i still set the table for the ghost of us i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands summer left its fingerprints on the glass

the field went gold then went to sleep i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the mirror learned my face by accident your laugh survives in the hallway

the birds do not know we broke up the field went gold then went to sleep i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the birds do not know we broke up

my hands still know your kitchen every train sounds like leaving from here i counted every streetlight home