Lyrics
There's all this dirt under my nails
Wouldn't you like to see where I went to high school?
Blood under my knuckles
You should have heard the way I spoke last night
There is salt inside my mouth
Sugar on my tongue
Freckles on my cheeks
From good old-fashioned west coast sun
I feel so beaten up and bruised
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I can't keep anything at all
From slipping through my raccoon claws
Except for
Soap under my nails
Can you imagine being back in high school?
Blood scratched from my knuckles
You should have called, but I guess so should I
There's salt inside my veins
Sugar on my tongue
Crinkles by my eyes
From goddam fucking west coast sun
I feel so beaten up and bruised
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I can't keep anything at all
From slipping through my raccoon claws
Except for
Soap under my nails
I never asked for this
I'm just one creature
Blood trapped in my knuckles
I don't know what I wanted
I didn't think it was this
There's sugar in my mouth
Liquor on my tongue
Freckles on my cheeks
From fucking goddam west coast fun
I feel so beaten up and used
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I can't keep anything at all
From slipping through my racoon claws
Except for
The soap
