The smoke is choking me
A layer of it hangs in the
living room
A crude atmosphere
that I live under
This little world
Where the ozone is constantly
fucked and ignored all the time
Here, it's raining
What it seems like everyday
It's dark and the smell is awful
The cigarette ash and the mess

I'm trying to speak
But the replies I get
are half hearted
These eyes never seem to look
back at me


Oh never mind, fuck it, it doesn't matter now. I guess the truth is just too much for me to speak out against. I better watch it now. Because you know, I can never talk back and what I do say is always wrong. And the feelings I get are kept bottled up inside, the problems I have you will never know. So go ahead and leave me alone like your doing now, getting back together with nasty women and abusing the ones you love. It's all your good for and I hope one day, it catches up to you. Feel it.