Testo Secondhand Smoke - Cold Collective

Secondhand Smoke

Whatever it takes to fight the feeling
Say «give it a break» you’re just giving in
It’s not just nothing like you said
The blood keeps rushing to your head
There’s too much at stake to break the ceiling
Does your head or your heart ache worse for healing
It’s not just nothing like you said
The blood keeps rushing to your head
It’s always something
No I won’t ebb I won’t flow
I can’t hold my breath you’re my secondhand smoke
What if I said I don’t wanna go home
Even when I let you cut the rope
Even when you leave I still smell you on my clothes
What if I said I don’t wanna go home
So we stay by the lake and we watch the trees bend
You told me you hate these situations
It’s not just nothing like you said
The blood keeps rushing to your head
We plan our escape
I watch you scrape away your loose ends
It’s not just nothing like you said
The blood keeps rushing to your head
It’s always something
If you’re breaking up you can’t break in
You won’t hold hands with another dead friend
It’s always something