Clean

Born under the thunder Thrown into the waves Told to rise above the clouds to find the brighter days I don't remember when it happened But I remember how it felt Something slipped away and I became somebody else In the summer stars I see Someone I used to be Just a kid again With the sky in my hands Flying free I gave up on El Dorado So I started painting stones Lived under a life so big I shrunk into my clothes Talking to my shadow Mumbling in the night Covered up the windows 'cause the light it hurt my eyes And in notebook twenty-three There's a boy I used to be Stuck in his head Picking bugs from his bed And dying to be free Ejected from the jungle Hallelujah peace at last Once I got out of the woods I thought I never would look back And I hate that it still lingers And I hate that it's this hard Longing for the very things that scare you in the dark In the creaking door I hear Those shadows reappear And try to pull me in But now I'm tied to the wind And I'm blowing out of here I want to be a preacher I want to be a saint I just came here with the word that you can learn from all the pain Whatever maybe heaven, however you believe Something circled in and pulled me out and I got clean