In a calendar year if i saved every tear
I could make you taste what you've done
I could make you taste what you've done
To this empty shell of a girl that used to be
Cold and barely breathing deep insid of me
She has nothing to do with what you see
She has nothing to do with me

Broken down beaten got it down routine
Like a sunday school imposter she is cold but clean
She has bad words to say and there'll be bad things to do
And she won't be clean again until she's through

She won't be clean again until she won't be clean again until
She won't be clean again until she's through
She won't be clean again until she won't be clean again until
She won't be clean again until she's through
In a calendar year if i saved every tear
I could make you taste what you've done
And i won't be clean again i won't be clean again
I won't be clean again until i'm through
And i won't be clean again i won't be clean again
I won't be clean again until i'm through with you