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. B-Section:. And the smoke. In my eyes makes it hard not to cry. Why you gone?. The reason is suppose to make sense. But it don't. Chorus:. Give me something. To spark the flame. Take away the paint. Take it away. I can feel the heat. From my face. 2. 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 smoke. Hmm. Not for all the smoke. Ooh. B-Section:. And the smoke. 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. 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. Maybe it'll rain today. And I won't have to leave my room. Givin' me the time 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. B-Section:. And the smoke. In my eyes makes it hard not to cry. Why you gone?. The reason is suppose to make sense. But it don't. Chorus:. 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 face. By Jamun*