Okay, this is a song called Secondhand Smoke, and I just wrote it this morning, so. I'll admit I had fun Getting wrapped up in your misery But look at what it's done to me And I thought it was love But you couldn't feel my missing piece So take responsibility With every word you say Like smoking a pack a day Set up the world you hate For me to fix I know you'll never change You'll never take the blame I shouldn't have to save every mess I have to let you go Breathe out the secondhand smoke I cannot let it show I'm afraid that you've ruined my lungs Now I have to run I have to move on What will I become without you? I don't know But I have to let you go Breathe out the secondhand smoke What are the side effects Of being held down for years By complaints and fake fears? I guess I made my bed And I'm leaving it here Hope I'm making that clear With every word you say Like smoking a pack a day Set up the world you hate For me to fix I know you'll never change You'll never take the blame I shouldn't have to save every mess I have to let you go Breathe out the secondhand smoke I cannot let it show I'm afraid that you've ruined my lungs Now I have to run I have to move on What will I become without you? I don't know But I have to let it go Breathe out the secondhand smoke With all of this *** you're talking I inhale all of your toxins Try building a wall around this town I can't be drowned I'm moving on I finally let you go Exhale the secondhand smoke I stayed around too long Still afraid that you've ruined my lungs Now I'm on the run I've almost moved on What will I become without you? Now I know I have to let you go Breathe out the secondhand smoke Breathe out the secondhand smoke