The story
He turns the grill into a place to say what hurts.
Under the smoke and sizzle, he leans on the tailgate and talks like the burger’s the only witness. Beer in hand, he circles the same old wound, letting the grill hiss back while everybody pretends the joke lands. By the last flip, the heat feels less like supper and more like the thing he can’t outrun.
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Lyrics
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