Secondhand Smoker

Am I getting close But never close enough to acquaint With each breathe that your lungs take The second hand smoke Like pen strokes A token of reward Evidence of each beat your heart makes Familiarized myself With all of these things that I can't change I said I've been there I've done that I've left it all out on the page I guess I'm just a secondhand smoker This trip be mediocre So fresh Your taste be on the tip of my tongue Can't be left sober like this With these thoughts on my mind The nostalgia hitting every time Suns up South facing rays Refracting right off the glass That keep us from jumping right off the balcony These days I think of you Silhouette in the city Bottles empty At the floor of our bed sheets Never close enough For your ears to pick up on the thoughts In my head that run rampant The secondhand smoke It does choke Reminder of the past Evidence of self love which is absent These streets be so haunted I don't know if I can stay longer The memories we made here They hurt me to linger around I guess I'm just a secondhand smoker This trip be mediocre So fresh Your taste be on the tip of my tongue Can't be left sober like this With these thoughts on my mind The nostalgia hitting every time I'm just a secondhand smoker This trip be mediocre So fresh Your taste be on the tip of my tongue Can't be left sober like this With these thoughts on my mind The nostalgia hitting every time Hold up Need a moment Time to put it out Puffs take shape of your perfume aroma Reminiscing back at that day Night played out like a movie Can't dismiss the replay I'm just a secondhand smoker This trip be mediocre So fresh Your taste be on the tip of my tongue Can't be left sober like this With these thoughts on my mind The nostalgia hitting every time I'm just a secondhand smoker This trip be mediocre So fresh Your taste be on the tip of my tongue Can't be left sober like this With these thoughts on my mind The nostalgia hitting every time This high I feel So far from done Drowning thoughts I'm feeling numb The taste of you still on my tongue I can't hold off these hits for long A secondhand smoker I'm choking I'm facing consequences A result of my actions There ain't no second chances Rolled it and sold it And though it's potent You smoked it I'm selling dreams and you bought it The pain I caused you I caught it This lung burn feels like a razor Grazes dangerous and lethal Curtain closing just in time for the sequel Uh Am I getting close But never close enough to acquaint With each breath that your lungs take The second hand smoke Like pen strokes A token of reward Evidence of each beat your heart makes Familiarized myself With all of these things that I can't change I said I've been there I've done that I've left it all out on the page I guess I'm just a secondhand smoker This trip be mediocre So fresh Your taste be on the tip of my tongue Can't be left sober like this With these thoughts on my mind The nostalgia hitting every time