Lyrics

You hold what you have to hold on to The bluest eyes are the saddest eyes I know this all too well The blankest stare - the "I don't care" A crawl inside type of hell All of this reminds me Of how much I really don't fit I come to you black and blue And you won't deal with it So, I'm left holding the dirtiest hand I am told that it's getting old Just how dirty I am How dirty I am A soulless whore, an even score The eyes in the back of my head My lack of class - this empty glass A drink here with the dead All of this reminds me of how much I really don't fit I'm begging you please make me new or keep me out of it Now I'm left holding the dirtiest hand I am told that it's getting old Just how dirty I am I'm left holding the dirtiest hand I am told that it's getting old Just how dirty I am Wash me clean So, wash me clean Now, I'm left holding the dirtiest hand I am told and it's getting old Just how dirty I am I'm left holding the dirtiest hand I am told and it's getting old Just how dirty I am How dirty I am How dirty I am