The Stillwater Win

[Verse 1]
The booth at Miner-Dunn is cracked and cold.
Tuesday, one a.m., a story unfolds.
He watches her stare past the salt-stained glass,
a slow undertow of a thing that won't last.
Her silence is a surface, deep and grey.
He's sinking in the words he doesn't say.

[Chorus]
And that's the stillwater win.
The tide goes out, but nothing comes in.
A harbor light you can't see again.
Yeah, that's the stillwater win.

[Verse 2]
He moves the sugar, a calculated inch.
Her stillness is the current, she don't even flinch.
Her coffee's got the tremor of the passing freight,
a pressure building up a minute too late.
He looks at her like she's a distant shore,
a place he used to know but not anymore.

[Chorus]
And that's the stillwater win.
The tide goes out, but nothing comes in.
A harbor light you can't see again.
Yeah, that's the stillwater win.

[Bridge]
He opens his mouth, just a flicker of sound.
"You want the rest of this?"
The question drowns.

[Outro]
The victory is quiet.
The water is deep.