SECONDHAND SMOKE

I remember the first time I said "I love you," out loud

It wasn't backed by choirs or some southern gospel sound

I was in a four by four on a Mrs. AP road

And I gave it all so you could make me home

I wanna burn, light a fire in my bones

I wanna burn, like tires on the road

Yeah, I wanna feel the pain for my own

I don't want no second-hand smoke

And I remember everything that we talked about that night

Like how you had a plan, and everything was gonna be just fine

You called me your son, you said I was enough but you didn't agree

It gonna cost me everything

I wanna burn, light a fire in my bones

I wanna burn, like tires on the road

Yeah, I wanna feel the pain for my own

I don't want no second-hand smoke

I don't want no second at all

I wanna burn, light a fire in my bones

I wanna burn, like tires on the road

Well, I wanna feel the pain for my own

I don't want no second-hand smoke

I don't want no second-hand smoke