Clean

You're a mean one.
I remember you talking about getting clean once.
What a dream that was,
All the things that could be.
And I thought that they would be.
But you're a spiral of destruction,
And my life is the aftermath.
Picking up pieces that were never mine.
I've learned to deal with my mind,
And all of the things inside of it that are you.
What a dream that was;
I think you were clean once,
Maybe for a moment or two.