Closer I come To uncertainty, To a haze That shrouds me. Yeah it's cool, But am I a fool? It's more than a Possibility. I kiss your lips, God how they itch; I'm never alone With nicotine. I'm not myself In your eyes; Leave me alone With nicotine,
Come closer to me; I've seen you before, But your face I can't recall. Who's McCoy? A photocopy? It's more than a Possibility.
I'm never alone With nicotine.
About how people act and change when they're around different people and ideas. This is also about how we want to be unique but we never are for fear of ostracism. The idea appeals to us, and we need it, but we fear it ultimately. A few people hate trends, and are judged unjustly for not following suit. There is therefore a conflict of interests, when we should just accept people how they are.