Push your mouth up to his sweaty neck
Let him feel the urgency of your breath
These winter nights are strange and freezing
And you’re lucky to even be breathing
Hand-rolled cigarettes and Percocet
Obsessing on things you need to forget
West Missouri evenings last so long
Digging all those holes made you strong
Watching the sky for shooting stars
They always fall when you look away
Sweet Virginia you earned those scars
Why don’t you let yourself be amazed
Press your hand into his aching back
Sometimes it’s just the simple math
There’s a recipe for all of this
You deserve to be kissed
The fire’s almost finished all of its work
Slinking back into the earth
These kind of nights are soft and fleeting
But you’ll keep on believing
Watching the sky for shooting stars
They always fall when you look away
Sweet Virginia you earned those scars
Why don’t you let yourself be amazed
There’s the way the world is changing
How you’ll hammer up against it
Balancing between these worlds
Not knowing which way you’ll fall
Canadian singer-songwriter Hannah Judge navigates the trials and tribulations of adulthood in a cozy, intimate indie-pop setting. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 15, 2022