Verse by @ivy.transistor

the mirror learned my face by accident i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands you were a rumor i believed twice the map was wrong but the walking was right

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the map was wrong but the walking was right the dog still waits by the door at six we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

i keep the porch light on for nobody the lemon tree outlived the marriage i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

the kettle screams and i let it the bus came and i did not get on the river takes what it is offered i am the last one at the party fixing the lights