The story
Smoke hangs over a love already coming apart.
He stands at the pit with brisket on the fire and a breakup on his mind, counting the hours until the meat is right and the words can’t be taken back. Around him, the backyard still holds the shape of a shared life, but every turn of the tongs makes the ending feel closer. The smoke keeps rising while he tries not to look at the empty space beside him.
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Lyrics
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