Secondhand

I watch reality TV
To prevent me from crying
On the days that I'm feeling
Something stirring inside me
I'd rather be numb
I stare at my phone

Scrolling past messages read
But they're seldom replied to
No, they don't charge me extra
I just don't feel obliged
To type what I'm feeling
When my mind is still reeling

I'm avoiding the issue
But I promise I miss you

I'm guilty of pleasures that I find
You won't have to read between the lines if I
Quit the thinking
Pour another drink
I'm feeling numb but pressured
By my guilty pleasures

Holy smokes
I wanna buy a pack of cigarettes
But I don't smoke
And so I'll have to find it secondhand
I want it crowded around me
Want my throat to be burning
And my mouth will be open
But you won't hear a word from me

'Cause I'm avoiding the issue
But I promise I miss you

I'm guilty of pleasures that I find
You won't have to read between the lines if I
Quit the thinking
Pour another drink
I'm feeling numb but pressured
By my guilty pleasures



Credits
Writer(s): Mack John
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