Smoke

(альбом: Growing Pains - 2007)

Maybe it'll rain today
And I won't have to leave my room
Giving 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

Ooh
Holding on isn't healthy
But it's killing 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
Giving 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