_Kitchen light

Kitchen light still on at two
Your jacket on the chair by the door
I scroll past your name, don't open it
Just let the phone face down on the floor

You said we were too loud for this town
Too young to know what staying costs
Now the bus drags past the laundromat
And I swear I can hear the coins you lost

So play it back, let it crack a little
Let the cheap speakers rattle the wall
If this is the part where it all comes apart
At least it came apart in a song

I keep your pink lighter in the drawer
Next to the keys and the gum and the bills
When the kettle starts up in the morning
It sounds like a house trying to heal