C
There's all this dirt under my nails
C E G Bm
Wouldn't you like to see where I went to high school?
C E
Blood under my knuckles
G Bm
You should've heard the way I spoke last night
[Chorus]
C
There is salt inside my mouth
E
Sugar on my tongue
G
Freckles on my cheeks
Bm
From good old-fashioned West Coast sun
C
I feel so beaten up and bruised
E
I don't know what I'm gonna do
G
I can't keep anything at all
Bm
From slipping through my raccoon claws
C E
Except for all
[Verse 2]
C E
The soap under my nails
G Bm D Bm
Can you imagine being back in high school?
C E
Blood scratched from my knuckles
G Bm
You should've called but I guess so should I
[Instrumental Break]
C E G Bm
C E G Bm
[Chorus]
C
There's salt inside my veins
E
Sugar on my tongue
G
Crinkles by my eyes
Bm
From goddamn fucking West Coast sun
C
I feel so beaten up and bruised
E
I don't know what I'm gonna do
G
I can't keep anything at all
Bm
From slipping through my raccoon claws
C E
Except for all
[Verse 3]
C E
This soap under my nails
G Bm D Bm
I never asked for this, I'm just one creature
C E
Blood trapped in my knuckles
G N.C.
I don't know what I wanted, I didn't think it was this
[Chorus]
C
There's sugar in my mouth
E
Liquor on my tongue
G
Freckles on my cheeks
Bm
From fucking goddamn West Coast fun
C
I feel so beaten up and used
E
I don't know what I'm gonna do
G
I can't keep anything at all
Bm
From slipping through my raccoon claws
C E
Except for all
G Bm
The soap
C
And blood
E
And guts
G Bm
[Outro]
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C5 E5 G5 B5