Clean
The drought was the very worst
- The drought was the very worst
- When the flowers that we'd grown
- together died of thirst
- It was months, and months of back and forth
- You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress
- I can't wear anymore
- Hung my head as I lost the war,
- and the sky turned black like a perfect storm
- Rain came pouring down when I was drowning
- That's when I could finally breathe
- And by morning gone was any trace of you,
- I think I am finally clean
- There was nothing left to do
- When the butterflies turned to dust
- that covered my whole room
- So I punched a hole in the roof
- Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you
- The water filled my lungs,
- I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing
- Rain came pouring down when I was drowning
- That's when I could finally breathe
- And by morning, gone was any trace of you,
- I think I am finally clean
- I think I am finally clean
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