Verse by @jonah.reyes

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights summer left its fingerprints on the glass you were a rumor i believed twice i counted every streetlight home

the kettle screams and i let it i keep the receipts of everything i felt my mother taught me how to fold a grudge you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

you were a rumor i believed twice the floorboards keep the score there is honey in the bottom of the bad years we are all somebody else's weather

we were young and the light was cheap the mirror learned my face by accident