Washmouth

Kate Nash

This is my face covered in freckles

with the occasional spot and some veins.

This is my body covered in skin

and not all of it you can see.

And, this, is my mind,

it goes over and over the same old lines.

And, this, is my brain,

it's torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane.

And I use mouthwash, sometimes I floss.

I got a family and I drink cups of tea,
I've got nostalgic pavements, I've got familiar faces,
I've got a mixed-up memory and I've got favourite places.

And I'm singing "oh oh" on a Friday night and I hope everything's gonna be alright.

This is my face, I've got a thousand opinions and not the time to explain.

And this is my body, and no matter how you try and disable it,

yes I'll still be here.

And, this, is my mind and although you try to infringe, you cannot confine.

And, this, is my brain and even if you try and hold me back,

there's nothing you can gain.