Soap - Penelope Scott

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?

Blood

Scratched from my knuckles

You should’ve called

But I guess so should I (Mhm)

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 wrecking claws

Except for all

This soap

Under my nails

I never asked for this

I’m just one goblin

Blood

Trapped in my knuckles

I don’t know what I wanted

I didn’t think it was this

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 wrecking claws

Except for all

The soap (Mhm)