On the Bench

Dear girl, I'm here on the edge
I'm sitting here on the edge of the bench
I always come when there's nobody here
But wouldn't it, dear, be nice if you

Loved me, there's nobody else
I'm like a car with the battery down
And so I sit on the edge of the bench
Eating my lunch, like broken hearts say:

They're always like me
True, I haven't a chance
Yes, I feel like a bee
When the flowers are gone

Wednesday I pay all my bills
I take the bus 'cause I don't like the hills
And if I happen to see you again
The driver's my friend, and he tells me:

Say, they're always like me
True, I haven't a chance
Yes, I feel like a bee
When the flowers are gone

Someday I'll go far away
But then I'll sit on the edge of the bench
And think of you when I'm breathing the air
And with every breath, I wish it was you