Secondhand Smoke
Life's Haze: Battling Shadows in Secondhand Smoke
Lyrics
I sneak into a party, then run into you
I surreptitiously enter a party and encounter you.
And everybody's wasted, what you gonna do? (I see right through you)
The attendees are intoxicated, and there's a question about your reaction. (I can see through your actions)
I need some way to up and disappear
I need a way to disappear suddenly.
Yeah, they say the smoke is rising and it’s near
Reports suggest that the smoke is increasing, and it's close.
I don't know (I don't know)
Uncertainty about the situation.
If I can cope (Will I cope?)
Questioning if I can handle the circumstances.
I think I'll die
Expressing a feeling of impending death.
I think I'll choke
Sensing the possibility of choking.
When I am dry, life pulls me under
Life becomes overwhelming when I lack something (dryness may refer to sobriety).
And getting high is my only lover
Seeking solace in getting high as a form of love.
All the time, I always wonder
Constantly wondering about life.
Is the second-hand smoke going to smother me?
Ruminating on whether second-hand smoke will harm me.
Stop for a little conversation, in this burning room
Pausing for a conversation in a challenging environment.
And everything is melting, could it be the fumes? (I’ve grown so used to)
Perceiving the world around me as disintegrating, possibly due to intoxication.
Silhouettes are dancing round the flame
Observing dancing silhouettes amidst the flames.
Carcinogens work wonders for our brains
Highlighting the impact of carcinogens on our minds.
I don't know (I don't know)
Continued uncertainty.
If I can cope (Will I cope?)
Questioning my ability to cope.
I think I'll die
Reiterating the sense of impending death.
I think I'll choke
Expressing the fear of choking.
When I am dry, life pulls me under
Life's challenges pulling me under.
Getting high is my only lover
Turning to getting high as a form of love.
And all the time, I’ll always wonder
Constantly questioning life.
Is the second-hand smoke going to smother me?
Revisiting the fear of second-hand smoke suffocating me.
Smother me, you need to breathe, tourmaline
Emphasizing the need to breathe amid difficulties, using the metaphor of tourmaline.
We’re in too deep, so set me free
Feeling deeply entrenched but desiring freedom.
Keep me clean
Requesting to be kept pure or unburdened.
Can we be done, with all the small talk?
Expressing a desire to move beyond superficial conversation.
It doesn’t take much to make my world rock
Small gestures have a significant impact on my emotional world.
And all these years I've always wondered what I could be
A reflection on years of wondering about personal potential.
When I am dry, life pulls me under
Reiterating life's challenges pulling me under.
And getting high is my only lover
Turning to getting high as a source of comfort and love.
And all the time, I always wonder
Continuing the perpetual questioning of life.
Is the second-hand smoke going to smother me?
Revisiting the fear of second-hand smoke suffocating me.
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