The drought was the very worst (Ah, ah)
When the flowers that we'd grown together
died of thirst
It was months, and months of back and forth (Ah, ah)
You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress
I can't wear anymore
Hung my head, as I lost the war
And the sky turn to black like a perfect storm
Rain came pouring down when I was drowning
That's when I could finally breathe
And by morning, gone was any trace of you
I think I am finally clean
There was nothing left to do (Ah, ah)
And the butterflies turned to dust
That covered my whole room
So I punched a hole in the roof (Ah, ah)
Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you