Smoking Lessons

I watch, you are drawing pictures in the condensation Star-struck, I passive smoke your conversation Wishing I could be her, it's a brutal education On how I'm just not keeping up So I smile less and make my voice a little lower Obsessed with how to feel like a stoner Under-achiever, getting with the club promoter Do you think I'm cool enough? I'm a little more wild, but a lot less free I'm a little more gray and a lot less green I'm a little more you and a lot less me Hey, you I've been changing, faking, hand-grenading my life 'Til it's breaking, faded, I've been trading Everything that lights me up For smoking lessons Made it, clambered up the pile of bodies Latest queen of all the carbon copies Sat in the front seat of your Polo in the multistory Still wishing I was someone else I'm a little more wild, but a lot less free I'm a little more gray and a lot less green I'm a little more you and a lot less me Hey, you I've been changing, faking, hand-grenading my life 'Til it's breaking, faded, I've been trading Everything that lights me up For smoking lessons I'm a little more vain and a lot less real I'm a little more tough with a lot less feel Now I'm kinda like her, but it's not ideal These smoking lessons