BENCHES by Backprints Lyrics
I got a bone to pick with you
Moan and missing you
Broken tissue used
Here's the issue
I turn back to drug misuse
Feel like there nothing I can do
When I'm the mood
Turn it around some days
Other ones I'm a fool
Play it and say that I'm cool
Wiping away all the dew
From my eyes
When I cry there's a few
I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool
Not to notice
The things you were going through
I was hoping
Everything would go smooth
But I'm lost in the sand
And every bench that I sit
I just think how I sat with you
The colours draining from view
Skies are blue
But what are they really
Without you looking up at them with us
And sometimes I might nearly lose my touch
I need fuel
To combat my stance
Never last
Back inside the puddle that crawl
And drink the memories of you
And us
And the spliffs and the touch
Of the moon
On our shoes
Bringing it back to the park
When I think how we'd spark
And take our separate ways
But I'd be missing you for several days
Days are lonely
Nights are cold
I've been smoking alone
For too long
And now I sing your favourite songs
All by myself
I'm hoping that you hear them
Echoes of your voice
Getting trapped inside my eardrums
Days are getting lonely
Nights are cold
I've been smoking alone
For too long
And now I sing your favourite songs
All by myself
I'm hoping that you hear them
Echoes of your voice
Getting trapped inside my eardrums
Day and nite
The lonely stoner never sees the right
I light a spliff and then I'm on the way
I'm losing faith
Because I miss your face
Moan and missing you
Broken tissue used
Here's the issue
I turn back to drug misuse
Feel like there nothing I can do
When I'm the mood
Turn it around some days
Other ones I'm a fool
Play it and say that I'm cool
Wiping away all the dew
From my eyes
When I cry there's a few
I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool
Not to notice
The things you were going through
I was hoping
Everything would go smooth
But I'm lost in the sand
And every bench that I sit
I just think how I sat with you
The colours draining from view
Skies are blue
But what are they really
Without you looking up at them with us
And sometimes I might nearly lose my touch
I need fuel
To combat my stance
Never last
Back inside the puddle that crawl
And drink the memories of you
And us
And the spliffs and the touch
Of the moon
On our shoes
Bringing it back to the park
When I think how we'd spark
And take our separate ways
But I'd be missing you for several days
Days are lonely
Nights are cold
I've been smoking alone
For too long
And now I sing your favourite songs
All by myself
I'm hoping that you hear them
Echoes of your voice
Getting trapped inside my eardrums
Days are getting lonely
Nights are cold
I've been smoking alone
For too long
And now I sing your favourite songs
All by myself
I'm hoping that you hear them
Echoes of your voice
Getting trapped inside my eardrums
Day and nite
The lonely stoner never sees the right
I light a spliff and then I'm on the way
I'm losing faith
Because I miss your face