Verse by @kessler.groove

we were young and the light was cheap i keep apologizing to furniture the moon is a coin i cannot spend we made a home out of almost

the kettle screams and i let it the river takes what it is offered i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the sea does not remember any of our names

the cold got into the bones of the house