[Intro: cello, one timpani] Still water Don't test it [Hook] Still water, still water, don't read the top I look calm 'cause the deep end already took a lot I ain't soft, I ain't scared, I ain't lookin' for a fight Still water, motherfucker, I already paid twice [Verse 1] Sixteen, dirt lot behind the gym, stupid and loud Best friend said somethin' that I can't say out loud now I swung once. He fell funny. Head found a rock Ambulance lights made the whole town a clock They called it an accident. Judge called it enough I got probation, a funeral, and a permanent hush Mama stopped askin' how my day went at dinner Daddy taught me to put both hands in my pockets like a sinner I learned the difference between quiet and weak Quiet is a choice. Weak is a leak Every bar I walk in, somebody reads the face wrong Thinks a man who won't swing is a man you can wrong [Hook] Still water, still water, don't read the top I look calm 'cause the deep end already took a lot I ain't soft, I ain't scared, I ain't lookin' for a fight Still water, motherfucker, I already paid twice [Verse 2: drums drop, cello and timpani] Friday, parking lot, kid half my age with a grin Bumpin' my shoulder like he practiced it in a mirror in the gym Friends eggin' him on, "old head soft, watch him fold" I could end this in a second. I already know I see the rock. I see the lot. I see the lights again I see a mother in a pew that I don't want for him I say, "I already used my one." Voice flat as a land He laughs, then he hears it, and he don't understand His friends get quiet like the joke ran out of air I walk to my truck with both hands in my hair No. Hands in my pockets. Same as dad said The only fist I own is the one I keep dead [Beat Switch: pounding kit, strings rise] I ain't a saint. I still taste the night in my sleep I still flinch at a slam when the dumpster hits deep I work a shift, pay rent, tip good, hold doors Ain't tryin' to be holy. Tryin' not to make more You can call it soft. You can call it a scam I call it the only math that still lets me stand Every tough guy I knew got a scar or a case I got a name on a headstone and a blank in my face If you need me to prove it, you already lost the thread The proof is I'm leavin' and you still got your head [Verse 3: half-time, cello alone, then kit] Best friend's sister still nods when she sees me at the store We don't talk. We don't have to. That's the whole war She left a pie on my step once with no note and no name I ate it in the dark like communion and shame Some debts you pay daily. Some you pay by not I pay mine every time I could swing and I stop Kid in the lot never learned what the rock under grass meant I learned it so hard I made stillness a sacrament [Final Hook: full strings, kit] Still water, still water, don't read the top I look calm 'cause the deep end already took a lot I ain't soft, I ain't scared, I ain't lookin' for a fight Still water. Hands in pockets. Lights [Outro: cello fades] Pockets Still
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