[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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 (Mm-mm-mm-mm)
[Verse 2]
Soap under my nails
Can you imagine being back in high school?
Blood scratched from my knuckles
You should've called but I guess so should I (Mhm)
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
There's salt inside my veins
Sugar on my tongue
Crinkles by my eyes
From goddamn 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 all
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
[Chorus]
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 (Mm-mm-mm-mm)
[Verse 2]
Soap under my nails
Can you imagine being back in high school?
Blood scratched from my knuckles
You should've called but I guess so should I (Mhm)
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
There's salt inside my veins
Sugar on my tongue
Crinkles by my eyes
From goddamn 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 all
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