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