Second Hand

Unveiling the Turmoil: Matt Fasullo's Second Hand Revelations
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Lyrics

Put your goddamned cigarettes out, I don't want my lungs burning up

Expressing a desire for the person to extinguish their cigarettes to avoid harm to the speaker's lungs.

This second hand commotion's got me on a string of more bad luck

Feeling controlled or influenced negatively by external factors, leading to a streak of misfortune.

I'm not sad about my unborn baby, but maybe I should be

Acknowledging the potential emotional impact of an unborn child but questioning if the speaker should feel sadness.

I swear to you I ain't that crazy, I swear to you now swear to me

Asserting sanity and requesting mutual assurance in a challenging situation.

If the cancer takes me too, I'll scream into the endless nothing

Contemplating the possibility of succumbing to cancer and expressing a willingness to vocalize frustration into the void.

I'm sure you'll hear me through the walls

Believing that one's voice, even in distress, can be heard by others.

We'll break right through and talk for hours

Anticipating breaking through emotional barriers and engaging in extended conversations.

You think that you don't know me then

Challenging the perception that others don't know the speaker.

Just read the words you'll know me then

Suggesting that understanding the speaker is possible through their written words.

I'll sneak into the open house and put it back together again

Imagining a scenario of rebuilding and renewal by infiltrating an "open house."

If my own words make me what you're seeing out there

Questioning if the speaker's own words define their public image.

Maybe I'm not ready to begin again

Expressing hesitation or reluctance to start anew.

So light your goddamned cigarette, I don't want your time taken up

Reiterating the request to stop smoking, emphasizing the value of time.

Seeing how you treat your body

Commenting on the observed treatment of the body, possibly as a metaphor for self-care.

Trust me now I've heard enough

Conveying a sense of having heard enough, possibly indicating a need for emotional boundaries.

Trickle down some melatonin or weed to get me through the night

Seeking substances like melatonin or weed to cope with the challenges of the night.

Gentrify my inhibition

Desiring a transformation of inhibitions through external influence, possibly referencing societal changes.

Calcify my fight or flight

Seeking a solidification of the fight or flight response, possibly indicating a desire for inner strength.

(Calcify my fight or flight)

(Repetition) Reiterating the desire for a fortified fight or flight response.

If my own world breaks me, guess I'll see you out there

Contemplating the impact of the speaker's own world breaking apart and the potential encounter with others in similar situations.

Maybe I'm not steady

Expressing a lack of stability and foreseeing an approaching end.

I'm seeing the end

Anticipating the end of a situation or experience.

If my own words made me what you're seeing out there

(Repetition) Revisiting the idea that the speaker's words shape their external perception.

Maybe I'm not ready to begin again

Reiterating a lack of readiness to start anew.

If my own words made me

Repeating the idea that the speaker's own words contribute to their identity.

(What you're seeing out there)

(Repetition) Emphasizing the impact of the speaker's words on external perception.

If my own words

(Repetition) Reiterating the theme of the speaker's words defining their identity.

If my own words

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If my own words

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If my own words made me

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(For being a friend)

Reflecting on the speaker's role as a friend despite the challenges and self-reflection.

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