Mouthwash

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 that you can gain

I've got nostalgic pavements

I've got familiar faces

I've got a mixed-up memory

And I've got favourite places