And this is benchwork, but we push conversations

And You may wait first, then comes the inspiration

Talking heads, in different destinations

Battering stress, via vocal creations

At first it feels it could be danger

Because your mother told ya not to talk to strangers

Perhaps though, we could be neighbours

Share the roast pass around like hot potatoes,

For as long as it takes - to be courageous

Sharing hobbies time spent on a new day

The closest ones will always help find a new way

7 day theory’s let’s not talk about Tuesdays

Just weed no boozy common as muck no bougie

Musical electrician sparking on a death note

Crawl along the floor as you hold my heart in escrow

Making it to the missus is my best hope

Never bank on death and sink the evil float

Stories of vertical pints, operating energy through a surgical mind

Deal with the questions you’ll be surprised

What you find, many seek and have tried

A listening ear can help unravel the time

So As a chapter closes, the Grill hath vent

My stadium has lights don’t worry it’s not the end

It’s not so much, a sold out event

It’s just a couple of strangers on a bench

Manifesting memories at request

before you realise your spilling out your best

Your comfortable once you understand the intent

Preparing periodic start backing up your metal

heavy loads lift and get left with the lead

The reptiles in us all a complex that never falls

Waterworks show you claim your not sad at all

This wanderers not foreign don’t wrestle with his call

It’s nutrition for the soul and banishment of the ghoul

Who cares for a pissed off teen, a tear away he’s sweet fifteen

Only my dreams agree realities diseased

You must keep belief! but trust me believe

Emotion remission, there’s no cure for the grief

From boys to men from voice to pen it’s a choice again

A real mother and fathers love does not pretend

The apples of my eye the fruit will blend

Guardians mistakes learned from that shit will not happen again

Pushing 40 still gold like J.I.B

Trials and tribulations a recipe for ink and tree

Set the scene Floating serenely

Get a good Queen and trust me it’s easy

So As a chapter closes, the Grill hath vent

My stadium has lights don’t worry it’s not the end

It’s not so much, a sold out event

It’s just a couple of strangers on a bench