Track Insight / Lyrics
You still smell like diesel, a forty-year deck
pouring black coffee, stirring it slow
the grill hisses, grease on your apron string
but you said the pool today, so we'll talk later
You float on your back, a rusted porthole
kicking at nothing, chlorine in your eyes
the lifeguard sips her lemonade, bored
you grip the plastic lane rail, knuckles pale
Breathe in the salt, breathe out the deck
you don't owe the sea another lap
just kick, just float, let the water hold you
like a cork in a gasoline can
The pool is small, the deep end is four feet
you stand up, the floor ticks under your toes
a dog barks beyond the chain-link fence
and you laugh, spit chlorine on your chin
Breathe in the salt, breathe out the deck
you don't owe the sea another lap
just kick, just float, let the water hold you
like a cork in a gasoline can
You climb out, drip on the tile floor
and you are still smelling of salt and grease
I pour you a coffee, black, no spoon
next week you can try the deep end
