Clean

Born under the thunder, thrown onto the way
Told to rise above the clouds to find my brighter day
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 clean
I gave up on El Dorado, so I started painting stones
Lived among the lies so big I shrunk into my clothes
Talking in my shadow, mumbling in the night
Covered up the windows 'cause the light, it burned my eyes
And in notebook 23
There's a boy I used to be
Stuck in his head, picking blocks from his bed
And dying to be clean
Well I 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 thing that scares you in the dark
In the creaking door I hear
Those feelings reappear
They try to pull me in, but I'm tied to the wind
And I'm blowing out up here
I don't wanna be a preacher, I'd never be a saint
I just came here with the word that you can learn from all the pain
Whatever may be heaven, however you believe
Something circled in and pulled me out and I got clean