When the rain comes(comes)
It pours and it pours
for days, weeks, and years,
streaks of tears all I've known
I've longed for the sun to veer away
from the patch of clouds that hides the smiles
and inspires the frowns
when I look in the back in my mind
I see nothing but grey and black in my skies
and I know that when I lift up my eyes
I'll find

Hook:When the rain comes down (Baby)
it comes down, comes down,
comes down, comes down,
it comes down(Baby),
it comes down, comes down,
comes down, comes down,
it comes down(Baby),
it comes down, comes down,
comes down, comes down,
it comes down(Baby),
it comes down, comes down,
comes down, comes down

I find myself(drifting, drifting)
through these mental states I'm shifting
slip-in in no specific direction
steady trying to grip this
stress up off of my chest
but its to heavy too hard to lift it
sometimes I find a way to bypass
and disregard the physics
but, but I'm living so slightly off my pivot
everyday seems there's a million more problems
i have to deal with I'm puffing on the gunja
until it amplifies the illness
I keep refusing the stone
they trying to give me to build with
lost my angel my princess
but that looks like an insect
compared to the scars on my heart
I already have to live with
yet I'm trapped in resentment
knowing that yesterday is so far away
from tomorrow we can't recapture that feeling
damn my eyes are drizzling and I think the clouds
are shifting (my way, my way, my way)
and I'm not resistant
I know the suns existing
somewhere off in the distance
and it's probably shining at my expense
because I know

Hook

My mind is so clouded enshrouded
in doubt it's flying on auto-pilot
spiraling out of control in dyer need of re-routing
I need to pick up the phone get gods number
and dial it but his signals keeps getting crossed
with the devils i think he tapped us
sabotaging my plans way in advance
to advance theres a heavy chance
of showers heading towards my town
and it only piles on and drowns this
overcrowded metropolis of thoughts
that's locked in my vaults of limbo
where no one can find them
until I'm extracted from time
and my soul no longer will bear
all the wear and tear that defines me
and the reaper can't stand behind me
I'll sit inside of my prison
i've built with so much assistance
and do my time with no crying
until I've finished my sentence
and once I'm free of the dimness
i'll look down at the abyss
and stare at all of those
who never made it up out of their pits
and shed a couple tears of empathy
simply cus I know how it feels living in the heat

Hook x2