Verse by @kessler.groove

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i wore your city like a borrowed coat every train sounds like leaving from here the birds do not know we broke up

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud nothing holy ever asked for my name i speak to the version of you that listens

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud you never asked and i never stopped answering i keep the porch light on for nobody my hands still know your kitchen

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i buried the argument in the yard i am learning the names of ordinary things again