Ironically, I’m smoking by a sign that says “no smoking”
I don’t care because my mind is zoning, I’m dosing
I hear you, but the words keep floating
My thoughts won’t stop, I leave them flowing
I tell you to stop, you keep on going
I’m okay, but sometimes my soul feels broken
You speak, I’m focused…on my cigarette
Under the sign that says “no smoking”
You try to have serious talks, I start joking
You start exploding, you get upset and I stop coping
With your angry words my good energy starts unloading
You grab my neck and I start moaning
My tears come down to my neck, it’s because of these moments
If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t even be smoking
I walk away from you, it’s the only way I’ll start growing
