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