Smoke

Maybe it'll rain today

And I won't have to leave my room

Givin' me the time

I need to get rid of your things

Enough procrastinating

For reasons that only I know

But I'm afraid to ask the mirror

The answers may sting

And the *****

In my eyes makes it hard not to cry

Why you gone?

The reason is suppose to make sense

But it don't

Give me something

To spark the flame

Take away the paint

Take it away

I can feel the heat

From my face

Ooh

Holding on isn't healthy

But it's killin' me

To let go

Trying to stare

At your picture

But I can't see it

For all this *****

Hmm

Not for all the *****

Ooh

And the *****

In my eyes makes it hard not to cry

Why you gone?

The reason is suppose to make sense

But it don't

But it don't

It don't

It don't

Oh' it don't

Maybe it'll rain today

And I won't have to leave my room

Givin' me the time to

Get rid of your things

And the *****

In my eyes makes it hard not to cry

Why you gone?

The reason is suppose to make sense

But it don't

Give me something to spark the flame

Take away the pain

Take it away

I can feel the heat

From my face

Give me something to spark the flame

Take away the pain

Take it away

I can feel the heat

From my face

Give me something to spark the flame

Take away the pain

Take it away

I can feel the heat

From my