SIXTH WING

[Verse 1]
You saw it on the glass of the Kennedy Street bus stop, a pale moth beating.
A sixth wing twitching, amber, like a secret it was keeping.
Heat off the pavement rising, Tuesday, just after the rain.
You traced the flaw in its pattern, tracing the path of the stain.
Now you don't walk past the reservoir, you don't answer the phone after dark.
Trying to starve out a ghost, but the ghost left a watermark.
You're a termite in your own damn house, eating the frame from inside.
Got nowhere left to run to, ain't got a damn thing left to hide.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I watch you from the barstool, just another glass to fill,
polishing a spot of liquor from a long-forgotten spill.
And the old heads say that omen, it's a debt that's coming due.
Heard my auntie say it once: "That thing got a hold on you."
You just countin' up the seconds 'til the whole damn city sinks,
and I'm just watching how you blink.

[Chorus]
You count the wings like you're counting your sins.
And I'm just wiping down where the damage begins.
You see the omen, the rot, and the rust.
I just see another moth turning to dust.

[Verse 2]
You smell like stale smoke and panic, a scent I know from the closing rush.
You're jawsin' at the ceiling, talking low, like "hush, hush."
Remember last October? You laughed so hard you cried?
Said the Brightwood jinx was for tourists, another lie the city tried.
Now you're checking all the window screens for a hole you know you'll find,
rewinding every bad decision, every memory in your mind.
You're a roach under the floorboards when the kitchen light comes on,
convinced the sun is coming up just to prove that you were wrong.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I watch you from the barstool, just another glass to fill,
polishing a spot of liquor from a long-forgotten spill.
And the old heads say that omen, it's a debt that's coming due.
Heard my auntie say it once: "That thing got a hold on you."
You just countin' up the seconds 'til the whole damn city sinks,
and I'm just watching how you blink.

[Chorus]
You count the wings like you're counting your sins.
And I'm just wiping down where the damage begins.
You see the omen, the rot, and the rust.
I just see another moth turning to dust.

[Bridge]
Is the pattern in the insect? Or the pattern in the blood?
Does the concrete hold the memory of the fire and the flood?
You point it out like proof of God, a glitch up in the code.
I see the same damn empty bottle on the same damn lonely road.

[Outro]
Another barfly. Another bad sign.
Wipe it down.