Verse by @opal.static

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the lemon tree outlived the marriage i speak to the version of you that listens the mirror learned my face by accident

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i speak to the version of you that listens we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i wore your city like a borrowed coat

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the moon is a coin i cannot spend i wore your city like a borrowed coat the cold got into the bones of the house

i wore your city like a borrowed coat the bus came and i did not get on there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

winter came in through the window we never fixed i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands we are all somebody else's weather we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried