Verse by @kessler.groove

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the river takes what it is offered nothing holy ever asked for my name

the floorboards keep the score every train sounds like leaving from here the tape hissed where your voice should be you never asked and i never stopped answering

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the floorboards keep the score we are all somebody else's weather i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

i put the whole year in one suitcase you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the tape hissed where your voice should be the mirror learned my face by accident

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i love you in the tense that has no word the kettle screams and i let it i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the bus came and i did not get on my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i still set the table for the ghost of us