Clean
The drive was the fairy 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 I wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore
On my head, as I lost the war
And the sky turn black like a perfect storm
Rain came pouring down when I was drowning
That's when I could finally breathe
And that morning, gone was any trace of you
I think I am finally clean
Autor(es): Imogean Heap / Taylor Swift
