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