Soap

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

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

     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

C E G Bm
C E G Bm

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

      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

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

C5 E5 G5 Bm
C5 E5 G5 B5

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