Smoke - Bedhead

From where I am I can smell the smoke

They’re burning something — I don’t want to know

Should I really sit here and wait

And hope it blows the other way

I wish I could see

And turn off my lungs when I run into poisoned air

Which may finally be everywhere

I don’t want to go to sleep

I don’t even think I need it

Keep every light turned on

Because it seems darker than ever

All the murderous greed

Ignored by the ones with too many reasons

For keeping things running

If I blame them for anything

It’s nothing more than I blame on myself