Secondhand Smoke

Verse 1

Feeding on the static in my head

Old speakers hissing out the truth

I wore your cassettes down to the bone

Learned every scar before the bruise

Verse 2

Loaded my lungs with secondhand smoke

Painted the walls in muddy grey

Now I'm tuning my own noise up loud

Screaming what I could not say

Pre-Chorus

I don't need a map to find the dark

I was born inside the spark

Chorus

Grit in my throat now

Rust on my tongue

I carry the fire of the ones that came undone

Yeah the weight is mine to hold

Watch me burn my own cold heart

Grit in my throat now

Grit in my throat

Post-Chorus

(Yeah) Yeah

(Woah) Woah

(Grit in my throat) Grit in my throat

Verse 3

Daddy's cigarette burned in the ashtray

Mother humming something out of key

Grew up on feedback and black vetiver

That's the only church for me

Verse 4

Loud as a freight train leaving town

Quiet as a held breath

I took the broken and I bent it straight

Strung it from my chest

Pre-Chorus

You can kill the signal but not the sound

Watch me turn the volume down

Chorus

Grit in my throat now

Rust on my tongue

I carry the fire of the ones that came undone

Yeah the weight is mine to hold

Watch me burn my own cold heart

Grit in my throat now

Grit in my throat

Post-Chorus

(Yeah) Yeah

(Woah) Woah

(Grit in my throat) Grit in my throat

Bridge

Every riff I stole became a prayer

Every chord a battle scar

I'm the echo of the basement bands

Who taught my heart to howl from afar

Chorus

Grit in my throat now

Rust on my tongue

I carry the fire of the ones that came undone

Yeah the weight is mine to hold

Watch me burn my own cold heart

Grit in my throat now

Grit in my throat

Post-Chorus

(Yeah) Yeah

(Woah) Woah

(Grit in my throat) Grit in my throat

Outro

Grit in my throat

Grit in my throat

Yeah

Grit in my throat