Hell is high water, dark, up to your eyes
Standing on tiptoes till your feet cramp
Treading water, trying not to think
About what’s brushing your leg.
The whole towns flooded sister
And it hasn’t stopped raining.
I’m not a life preserver
But I stop by to drown with you from time to time,
To remember the people whose legs gave out.
They’re still beneath the surface
Like sharks or driftwood they s...
