CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Soap
*Papers rustling*
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've 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 wrecking claws
Except for (Mhm)
Soap
Under my nails
Can you imagine being
Back in high school?
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've 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 wrecking claws
Except for (Mhm)
Soap
Under my nails
Can you imagine being
Back in high school?