Hand Sanitizer
(It sounds out of tune)
I've washed my hands till they've bled before
And you know just what it sounds like
And this ends with me selling out more
And now I'm burning on the inside
I should prolly know by now
You can turn any truth to a lie
And maybe I should just rip it out
I'm gonna get this thing excised
What do I get
I caught something
A sickness that thrives in me
And what'd I bet
I bet nothing
No loss no sympathy
I've washed my hands till they've bled before
And you know just what it sounds like
And this ends with me selling out more
And now I'm burning on the inside
I hate it
I can't escape it, I
I mean it
I couldn't clean it, I
Right now
I know you can see the look in my eye
And I bet that you just figured out
I'm gonna shake you off this time
I don't know if it's cause I rock too much
Or my head's messed up but every second it still seems like
I hear that creeping seed of doubt I'm gonna cut it out of my life
I've washed my hands till they've bled before
And you know just what it sounds like
And this ends with me selling out more
And now I'm burning on the inside
I hate it
I can't escape it, I
I mean it
I couldn't clean it, I
And now I'm burning on the inside
I, I
I hate it
I can't escape it, I
I mean it
I couldn't clean it, I
I've washed my hands till they've bled before
And you know just what it sounds like
And this ends with me selling out more
And now I'm burning on the inside
I should prolly know by now
You can turn any truth to a lie
And maybe I should just rip it out
I'm gonna get this thing excised
What do I get
I caught something
A sickness that thrives in me
And what'd I bet
I bet nothing
No loss no sympathy
I've washed my hands till they've bled before
And you know just what it sounds like
And this ends with me selling out more
And now I'm burning on the inside
I hate it
I can't escape it, I
I mean it
I couldn't clean it, I
Right now
I know you can see the look in my eye
And I bet that you just figured out
I'm gonna shake you off this time
I don't know if it's cause I rock too much
Or my head's messed up but every second it still seems like
I hear that creeping seed of doubt I'm gonna cut it out of my life
I've washed my hands till they've bled before
And you know just what it sounds like
And this ends with me selling out more
And now I'm burning on the inside
I hate it
I can't escape it, I
I mean it
I couldn't clean it, I
And now I'm burning on the inside
I, I
I hate it
I can't escape it, I
I mean it
I couldn't clean it, I
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Writer(s): Ethan Hartwell
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