Family Meal

[Verse 1]
This white line on my knuckle ain't from no bar fight
It's from a deli slicer back in August, under pale fluorescent light
Same damn summer that the screen door slammed for good, see
My old man split without a reason, just left the hum of the AC
And this little map of where the cold steel bit my hand
A ghost in the muscle memory I still don't understand
Smell of sanitizer on my skin before the sun is up
Trying to fill a different kind of hunger from the bottom of a cup

[Chorus]
Every ghost got an address, every hunger got a name
Call it family meal for the fallout, we all just numb the pain
Every scar got a story that the skin can't forget
We just serving up survival, ain't nobody cashed the check

[Verse 2]
The city's breathing heavy, that damp Louisiana air
Got condensation drawing maps on every window, every chair
Feel the weight of every closing shift deep in my lower back
Another Tuesday's ghost is rattling the glasses on the rack
Heard Chef say, "Kid, you hold it all right in your shoulders, right?"
As he wiped down the steel, just another long, exhaustive night
This ain't a cry for help, it's just the sound the body makes
When you're running on the fumes of yesterday for whatever it takes

[Chorus]
Every ghost got an address, every hunger got a name
Call it family meal for the fallout, we all just numb the pain
Every scar got a story that the skin can't forget
We just serving up survival, ain't nobody cashed the check

[Bridge]
The world ends quiet on a Tuesday with a 4 AM alarm
I'm just polishing the silver, trying to keep the quiet from harm

[Outro]
Yeah. Pass the salt for the wound.