| Sometimes you could hear a pin drop or the ticking of the clock
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| Between the surface conversation, no matter what they were saying
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| They never talked
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| Sometimes I would hear 'em screaming, when they thought that I was sleeping
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| They’d just fight about whatever, I don’t know if they ever had a reason
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| Am I the product of a problem that I couldn’t change?
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| Got his eyes, got her hair
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| So do I get their mistakes?
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| I know that you can’t walk across a bridge that’s already burned, so
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| What am I supposed to do?, I can’t help that they chose
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| To breathe it in, but I don’t wanna choke
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| On that secondhand smoke
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| Sometimes I hear myself saying hand-me-down words
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| It’s so easy to forget that he ain’t him and I ain’t her
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| And when I think the fighting has to end in a goodbye
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| I wanna prove me wrong, but I’m scared I’ll prove me right, cause
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| I know that you can’t walk across a bridge that’s already burned, so
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| What am I supposed to do?, I can’t help that they chose
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| To breathe it in, but I don’t wanna choke
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| On that secondhand smoke
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| Oh, no
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| Will I be better, find forever, be the one to shake the habit
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| Break away from broken things, and rise above the ashes?
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| I know that you can’t walk across a bridge that’s already burned, so
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| What am I supposed to do?, I can’t help that they chose
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| To breathe it in, but I don’t wanna choke
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| On that secondhand smoke
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| Oh |