Park Bench

My love, my love, my love, my love

I'm hiding

I’ve been useless and staring away

At a crowd on a park bench

Generate my mind, generation mind the silence

C-c-cry on my shoulder

Oh, God, I'm getting older

Find some balance

With your teeth stained white

Or some other kind

"Awh baby," you tuck me in

On a modern time

But, I'm still stained blue

Sitting right next to you

Yeah, in your pocket, reach

I’m just currency

My love, my love, my love, my love

We're all just crying

On a break of an age, can't help but erase

When your gun shots so violent

I guess you can call these hard times

"You buy your mental state in the grocery aisle

Just to tear some page of a cheap headline"

(He's just a silly nutcase you call a good guy)

With your teeth stained white

Or some other kind

"Awh baby," you tuck me in

On a modern type

But, I'm still stained blue

Sitting right next to you

Yeah, in your pocket, reach

I'm just currency

"Man, I just gave up trying"

"Rob, I just feel like dying"

In a vertical age, I'll just scroll it away

Huh-huh-huh-hung up on a mistake

I wanna know where you're going

I wanna know where you roam

I wanna come and find ya

Holding out all your heartache

Or brushing it off in a headache

My love, my love, my love, my love

We’re hiding

I’ve been useless and staring away

At a crowd on a park bench

With your teeth stained white

Or some other kind

"Awh baby," you tuck me in

On a modern time

But I'm still stained blue

Sitting right next to you

Yeah, in your pocket, reach

I’m just currency