[singer A] Italianhippie, I was young and dumb, Phone in my pocket like a loaded up bomb. Dealer said, “Soon,” and I said, “Cool,” Then I sat in the park like a loyal little fool. Bench got cold, shoes got wet, I learned patience the way you learn regret. Watching pigeons judge me, neck all tight, Hopin’ that shadow finally showed at night. [melodic interlude] [singer B] Back then I was a kid with a mission Pocket full of hope and bad decisions Ten bucks? Twenty? Man, I scraped up change Then I got that look from the dude with the game He said, "Meet me later," then later became A whole lot of nothing and a whole lot of rain I’d sit on a park bench, trying to play it cool Like the cops weren’t parked in my mental school [singer A] Winter air bit through my coat, Hands in my sleeves, prayin’ he’d float. One more hour, one more lie, I was a fool, but I had alibi. [singer B] Phone on low, no texts, no sign Peep every face like it might be mine Half the day gone, still I waited there For a twenty-dollar bag and a prayer [singer A] Twenty dollar bag, I waited all day Twenty dollar bag, he might not come my way Twenty dollar bag, that’s teenage pain (tense little miracle) in the cold and rain [transition] [singer B] Park bench plug, park bench plug (park bench plug) Freezing for a bag and a shrug (a shrug) Park bench plug, park bench plug (park bench plug) Now I laugh, but it felt like love (oh, it was rough) [singer A] And when he finally rolled up late as sin, I’d nod all casual, then grin and grin. Twenty-dollar treasure, brown paper prize, Little baggie of hope with the secret inside. [singer B] And when he finally rolled up late to the scene It felt like winning a contest of dreams That little green bag, all crinkled and light Somehow tasted better from the chase and the fight [singer A] Now it’s glass doors and a friendly face, No midnight park, no scavenger chase. Still, I miss that mess, I miss that part, The stupid little quest with the thumping heart. [singer B] Now every grown-up errand feels clean and fair But I still remember waiting there [singer A] Twenty dollar bag, I waited all day Twenty dollar bag, he might not come my way Twenty dollar bag, that’s teenage pain (tense little miracle) in the cold and rain Twenty dollar bag, I earned that glow Twenty dollar bag, man, you had to know [instrumental] [singer B] Park bench plug, park bench plug (park bench plug) Freezing for a bag and a shrug (a shrug) Park bench plug, park bench plug (park bench plug) Now I laugh, but it felt like love (oh, it was rough) [singer A] Now I walk in calm, no nerves, no scan, A weed sommelier says, “This one’s grand.” He talks like wine, and I try not to laugh, “Notes of pine and earth?” Bro, I just want the stash. [singer B] Now I walk in calm with my grown-man peace No coded messages, no mystery freeze I get a polite hello, a menu, a smile A weed sommelier for the adult profile [singer A] But I’ll admit, adult life’s way sweet, No park bench hostage, no frozen feet. Still, every easy jar brings back that scene, Me versus winter for a twenty-dollar dream. [singer B] Still, part of me misses that foolish quest The park, the wait, the almost-best [singer A] Twenty dollar bag, I waited all day Twenty dollar bag, he might not come my way Twenty dollar bag, that’s teenage pain (tense little miracle) in the cold and rain Twenty dollar bag, I earned that glow Twenty dollar bag, man, you had to know [singer B] Park bench plug, park bench plug (park bench plug) Now it’s tidy, legal, fancy, snug (fancy, snug) Park bench plug, park bench plug (park bench plug) But that old chase made the old stuff budge (yeah, it was tough)
