The Surface Tension

[Verse 1]
The neon seahorse at the Flora-Bama flickered blue.
You saw his hand find hers, a thing you can't undo.
The salt-thick air is sticking to the kitchen screen tonight.
You hold your phone, a dead weight in the pale refrigerator light.

[Chorus]
And you can feel the surface tension, a mirror holding still.
A whole world drowning underneath that no one ever will
Admit is there, a current pulling you from shore.
And you don't know who you're saving anymore.

[Verse 2]
It's quarter past one, the moon is pulling at the tide.
You think of last year's crawfish boil, sitting by her side.
She told you, "He's an anchor, girl, he's solid and he's true."
And you just smiled and poured the beer and prayed she had no clue.

[Chorus]
And you can feel the surface tension, a mirror holding still.
A whole world drowning underneath that no one ever will
Admit is there, a current pulling you from shore.
And you don't know who you're saving anymore.

[Bridge]
Do you let the water break? Let the harbor freeze?
Do you tell a friend a truth that brings her to her knees?
You trace a crack across the glass, a tiny, jagged sea.
A study in the physics of a coming misery.

[Outro]
Yeah, the surface tension holds.
Until it doesn't.