Contrary to popular belief I don't think I'm suited for this conversation. Just like I second hand spoke, I got that second hand smoke from my friends who like those funny cigarettes. Now I'm laughing at almost everything and just as the conversation got serious.
I can hear them coming for me. Around the house and down the staircase. Have you ever found yourself a mess, where everything you say doesn't make any sense and you're over analyzing every word that you say?
And now they're laughing at me
Suddenly I knew, I can make it through
These staring eyes I feel
Piercing through my skin, like a needle bearing thread
So just like I second hand spoke,
I got that second hand smoke
From my friends who like those funny cigarettes
And I guess I'll never get it