[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Well, the clock hit forty-five and the hairline retired,
His Corolla’s got dents but the tires still grip.
Now he’s knee-deep in muck, wadin’ Cypress Creek’s edge,
With two banded watersnakes in a cracked Rubbermaid tub.
Nerodia pictiventris—Latin on his lips,
Midnight drives for minnows, got a tackle box tip.
The PTA thinks he’s cracked, but he don’t mind the laughs,
‘Cause their hissin’ fills the silence where his doubts used to c***h.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s serpentine salvation in a midlife haze,
Scales and silt where the mortgage once laid.
They ain’t cuddly, but they’re his to defend,
A fork in the creek where the boy meets the end.
[Verse 2]
His ex-wife said, “Get therapy,” but he bought swamp maps instead,
Learned their moltin’ cycles like his old coffee spread.
Now he’s teachin’ YouTube how a Nerodia breeds,
While the neighbors peek through blinds, whisperin’, “That man’s got needs.”
[Bridge]
The world spins fast, but the creek bends slow,
In the murk and the reeds, time’s just a shadow.
They coil ‘round his wrist like a livin’ regret,
But their wild, jagged grace—man, he ain’t tasted that yet.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s serpentine salvation in a midlife haze,
Scales and silt where the mortgage once laid.
They ain’t cuddly, but they’re his to defend,
A fork in the creek where the boy meets the end.
[Outro]
