Come Find Me

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Come Find Me lyrics

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Verse 1

Backyard dusk settling amber on the fence line, folding chairs sinking deep into the soft evening grass Aunties trading stories 'bout the ones who crossed the line and never found their way back to the fold Grill popping loud with every careful flip of the tongs, smoke rising thick like a curtain for the show to begin I clock you posted in the corner, back against the wall where the cooler ice melts and pools slow Cup sweating rings that spread across the concrete like the rumors floating thick in the August heat wave Eyes glued to the patterns in the stone like the answers might rise if you stare long enough to see them plain Tongs clicking a steady rhythm on the grate, a language only the smoke and I understand in the thick moment You shift your stance but stay rooted like the fence post holding up the whole unspoken arrangement The paper plates stacked high on the table edge waiting for the next wave of hungry hands to descend But the real hunger sitting quiet in the corner where the light from the grill don't quite reach yet

Pre-chorus

The haze don't judge what the mouth won't claim out loud in front of all these listening ears It just drifts the unsaid through the open flame like a messenger that never needs to speak clear I lean into the smoke and let the melody carry every single word the tongue still won't frame or own

Chorus

Say less, come find me Say less, come find me Aunties in the cut hollering back from the porch shadows: Boy, don't make the lady wait on the night to decide Say less, come find me Come find me Grill got these hands busy flipping life but the pull in the smoke got the weight of everything we trying to hide

Verse 2

Playlist fading low, the bass vibrating through the screen door like a secret trying hard to get itself told You shift your weight from one foot to the other like the ground might give way if you commit too bold too soon I turn the sausage links over, sizzle filling every awkward gap between the words that never got said right Auntie June cackles loud enough for the whole block to hear like she already read the whole thread in the smoke Plates getting lower by the minute but the air between us staying thick as the ribs stacked high on the rack One step from the cooler is one step past the fence where the real hunger's been living quiet at The charcoal glow painting long shadows on your face like the night trying to draw you in closer without force I flip another piece and the smoke bends toward you like it's got its own sense of direction and purpose The laughter from the table rolls in waves but the quiet in the corner pulls stronger than the noise ever could You look up once and the smoke catches it like a signal sent and received in the same breath

Bridge

If the charcoal could spell what the smoke already knows deep down in its glowing core it would write your name in the ash But it don't speak the language we need, so the melody crashes in to close the distance in a single burning flash

Chorus

Say less, come find me Say less, come find me Aunties rising like a full choir on the back porch now: The grill ain't the only thing burning slow out here tonight Say less, come find me Come find me The dusk don't lie and the pull in the haze don't let go of what it's been calling near all night long

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01 / The opening

Backyard dusk settling amber on the fence line, folding chairs sinking deep into the soft evening grass Aunties trading stories 'bout the ones who crossed the line and never found their way back to the fold

02 / A returning thought

The haze don't judge what the mouth won't claim out loud in front of all these listening ears It just drifts the unsaid through the open flame like a messenger that never needs to speak clear

03 / The last image