Bench Seat Songtext
von Sloping

I assume
You won′t remember me
So I've been workshopping my thousand-yard stare
To jog your memory

All you contain would be lost on me
Better I stay slumped in the backseat


And I assume
Nothing I do lasts
We′ve been preserving your childhood chess set
To sell you on the past

All night went down like you saw in a dream
Recreate the room from memory

And I can tell by the slant of your letters you mean it this time
I'm a stain dried in your clothes, a guard rail viewed up close
Every streak of paint shows
Far too close to leave clean