I was a casual curser
Full of shits and f*cks
Now I make 'em count
Now I say 'em just once
And I mean every letter
Yes I mean every sound
And she knows when to stay
When to head into town
Best head into town
Cause my mouth is a cannon
And my words shoot to kill
Guess that I've come a ways
But I'm learning still
She'll come back come morning
She'll pull up a chair
Yes and we'll sit together
In silence and stare
We'll sit and we'll stare
But she's got artillery too, I suppose
What doesn't come out
Can somehow harm the most
And quiet inertia, though subtle and slow
Can fracture our calm
With its deafening drone
I was a casual curser
Then I stopped
But silence can kill you
When it's all you've got