"Smoking Lessons" lyrics

I watch, you are drawing pictures in the condensation
Starstruck, 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 grey and a lot less green
I'm a little more you and a lot less me

Hey, you
I've been changing, faking, hand grenating 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 grey and a lot less green
I'm a little more you and a lot less me

Hey, you
I've been changing, faking, hand grenating 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