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Bench Press Blues 2 by Christopher

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Bench Press Blues 2

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[Verse 1]
You taped your wrists like you always do
Chalk on your hands, eyes somewhere new
The bar was loaded, crowd was loud
But your silence cut right through the sound
You said, “This ain’t love, not for me,”
Right there beside set number three
Your voice was steady, mine was gone
I watched you leave with your gym bag on
[Chorus]
John Kniess, you crushed more than the steel that day
Broke my heart in a quiet, brutal way
All those nights in your truck, all that time we spent
Guess I was just a weight you meant to bench
John Kniess, now the rack don’t feel the same
Your name’s a burn I can’t explain
I’ve got nothing left to lose
Just these barbell tears and bench press blues
[Verse 2]
You never liked to talk too much
Spoke in reps and a calloused touch
You’d hum old songs while we’d cool down
Now the gym feels like a ghost town
No one knew what we were about
Kept it hidden, kept it drowned out
But love still echoes off these walls
And it hurts worse than a thousand falls
[Chorus]
John Kniess, you crushed more than the steel that day
Broke my heart in a quiet, brutal way
All those nights in your truck, all that time we spent
Guess I was just a weight you meant to bench
John Kniess, now the rack don’t feel the same
Your name’s a burn I can’t explain
I’ve got nothing left to lose
Just these barbell tears and bench press blues
[Bridge]
I still see you under that flickering light
Where you lifted the bar and dropped my life
Tried to spot your heart but it slipped through
Now I’m stuck with what we couldn’t do
[Final Chorus]
John Kniess, you crushed more than the steel that day
Left me here with the hurt I can't press away
All those soft little looks, all the secret grins
All gone like smoke in a westbound wind
John Kniess, I hope you find your peace
But I’m dyin’ slow in this damn bench seat
Yeah, I’ve got nothin’ left to prove
Just these torn-up arms and bench press blues
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