spit red from wet glass by Verity Den

When you’re rounding the block for a spot and it’s too late
You already lost it
Last night they were singing about West Virginia, in Boston
Someone’s always running on the bridge
I’m driving under
And I hear something breaking off in the distance
Maybe it’s just thunder

What’s the point of being seen
When you’re just something on the wing
And all your horses have gone barn sour
You’re native or not you still live like an out-of-towner

Do you think it’s sinking, sinking in?

Now everyone’s underdressed to get overserved
And it’s like you’re over prepared for what you once were

(you said, we’ve had a nice go of it)

So what’s the point of being seen
When you’re just something else on the wing
Walking on sunshine waiting for the man
We gotta move out but the weather’s moving in

Do you think it’s sinking, sinking in?

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