G# A# D# G Cm There's all this dirt under my nails C Fm A# G# A# Wouldn't you like to see where I went to high school? D# G C Blood under my knuckles Fm G# A# You should've heard the way I spoke last night Chorus: Fm A# There's salt inside my mouth D# Cm Sugar on my tongue Fm A# Freckles on my cheeks D# C From good old-fashioned West Coast sun Fm A# I feel so beaten up and bruised G/B Cm I don't know what I'm gonna do Fm A# I can't keep anything at all D# C From slipping through my raccoon claws G# A# Except for (All-ll-ll-ll) the There's 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) 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 This 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 Chorus: There's sugar in my mouth Liquor on my tongue Freckles on my cheeks From fucking goddamn 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 raccoon claws Except for all The soap (Mhm) And blood And guts | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# B C Cm D# Fm G G# |