Clean Air

Saging my bedroom Dusting every surface, every corner Pleading and praying it gets warmer In this hollow winter tide Three hours of sunlight Don't really matter when you're deprived Of happiness, and weakened advised To find some oxygen Sweeter pastures, wait for me like a lover My soul has suffered, get the fuck out of my atmosphere I'm breathing clean, clean air Went through an X-ray Doctor said there's nothing left to see now Nothing weird or scary, although somehow Your heart turned back to gold Guess I'd been wounded Tiny comments ricocheted like bullets Cyclone on a sunny day You shook it and dragged me down to hell Now sweeter pastures, wait for me like a lover Lord knows I've suffered, get the fuck out of my atmosphere I'm breathing clean, clean air Oh-oh-oh-oh Clean air Oh-oh-oh-oh I'm breathing clean, clean air