The story
He is tired of being served what he never asked for.
He sits at the edge of the crowd while somebody keeps filling his plate with one more helping of expectation, one more slice of pressure he never ordered. The smell of smoke and sauce hangs over the room, but he wants a clear line, not another serving. This time, he lets the empty plate stay empty.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.