时间：2026-01-24
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Second-hand smoke - KMurdock Music Group
I didn't strike the match, but I'm coughing up the tar
Watching yourself destruct, catching shrapnel from afar
Every argument you start becomes the air inside my lungs
Got your poison on my tongue and I ain't even the one
You bring your problems through the door like uninvited guests
I'm holding my breath, but it's burning through my chest
I got my own wars to wage, don't need to fight yours too
But the smoke keeps rolling in from everything you do
Can't open up a window when the whole place is ablaze
Your drama getting thicker, I can barely see for days
I'm wearing your decisions like a coat I never chose
Every lesson you refuse to learn, somehow I'm the one it shows
Choking on the residue of what you won't address
Living in the aftermath of your permanent mess
You light it up, I breathe it in, your fire, my sin
And I'm tired of paying rent on a room you refuse to clean
Second-hand smoke, living off your fumes
Didn't sign up for the war, but I'm stuck inside your ruins
Every cloud you blow my way, it's getting hard to see
Your chaos ain't contagious, but it's all over me
Second-hand smoke
You're a one-man disaster and I'm the cleanup crew
Scrubbing fingerprints off everything you put me through
I keep telling myself I'll leave, but I'm still sitting here
Lungs full of your excuses, vision getting unclear
You don't even notice that you're torching what I built
Standing there oblivious while I'm drowning in your silt
Every time you blow up, it's my space that takes the hit
You won't own a single thing, so I keep swallowing your spit
Your recklessness becomes my rain, your crisis my career
Been breathing in your wreckage for the better part of a year
I'm exhausted from the contact high of your catastrophe
Your second-hand everything is finally hitting me
You light it up, I breathe it in, your fire, my skin
And I'm done paying rent on a room you refuse to clean
Second-hand smoke, living off your fumes
Didn't sign up for the war, but I'm buried in your ruins
Every cloud you blow my way, getting harder to breathe
Your chaos ain't contagious, but it's clinging on to me
Second-hand smoke
Second-hand smoke
I used to think if I just stayed quiet it would pass
But quiet don't mean nothing when you're breathing broken glass
I ain't nobody's filter, ain't your carbon catch-all
Done being the thing that keeps your fire from spreading back
Maybe leaving looks like losing, but staying looks like death
I'd rather walk away clean than choke on what you left
Second-hand smoke, I didn't light it
Second-hand smoke, but I'm still choking
Second-hand smoke
