I'm full of a sinking feeling
Like having the weight
Of these thoughts in my legs,
While trying to outrun my conscience
As it shadows my every step.
And my thoughts will always be slower,
Slower than my tongue in teaching me regret
For what I've done.
And I'm sorry;
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean.
You know I'm sorry that I can't keep this to myself
But if I could only keep my head clear.
I'm full of a sinking feeling
Like having the weight of these thoughts.
And my thoughts will always be slower,
Slower than my tongue in teaching me regret
For what I've done.
And I'm sorry;
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean.
You know I'm sorry that I can't keep this to myself
But if I could only keep my head clear.
When I see the idea, it's like the dirt under my nails
Only really in my head; it's only in my head.
When I see the idea, it's like the dirt under my nails
Only really in my head; it's only in my head.
It's only in my head.
It's only in my head.
It's only in my head.
And I'm sorry;
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean.
Wash my hands clean.
Wash my hands
