I bought a new shirt
And I got new socks
But my skin's still made of memories

And I wanna start fresh,
I wanna start new
But my skin's still made of memories, of memories

And it's still a life,
I am six feet up,
What would a hour be
Six feet under

And I wanna start fresh
And I wanna start new
And I wanna start over, over

Come come come come come
Come come come come come
...

And I wanna start fresh
And I wanna start new
And I wanna start over, over