Your words cut me open
Even deeper with each one you’d spoken
I’m not one for revenge
But between you and a bench
Dangling from a fatal fall from a ledge
I’d have a seat and call it a day
And I’d fall asleep perfectly okay

It was a poor excuse for a bench to be honest
But it beats a skum-bag, heart breaker like you any day
Maybe ‘cause it’s got nothin’ to say, really
While you’d ***** ‘til you hit cement
Even then, I’m sure you’d vouch your soul to be my personal torment
But first the devil would have to give you back the soul you spent  
To buy a ****** bench