underscores - clean! 

“I believe my first main project ‘skin purifying treatment’ resonated with as many people as it did because I was clearly struggling with something, but when I wrote ‘pay attention!’ I had reached a point where I was in a pretty good place mentally. The song tries to tackle the question of ‘should I be writing from a place of emotional struggle even if I’m not in it anymore, and if so, what exactly am I doing it for?’ “ - underscores
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~ Lyrics ~
Out all week past two so my seven evil exes
Look like tattoos, both my hands think I’m jealous
In a bad mood cuz I keep on skipping breakfast
I’ll be back soon, won’t you tell me I’m your best friend?
Hey, I think you’re really cute, can I copy you?
You could say I’m pretty like my atchis do
Fit is looking kinda bland, what should I add to you?
I’ll just leave it, always have, I’ve got an attitude
Slow down, slow down
So I keep out, keep out
Keep telling myself I gotta act right
And the same damn act is what I gotta get
Clean!
It’s okay, I got the pants with the patches
How I show ‘em what I’m missing, what a tactic
Bogus bogus, don’t elicit no reaction
Underwhelming, so complicit, I’ve done nothing to combat it (yeah, yeah)
I don’t like collars
I don’t like shopping
These are like three years old
I don’t know who bought ‘em
And they’re saying “don’t get bangs,” I gotta take another route
Skin purifying treatment but I’m always breaking out
Slow down, slow down
Now my head pounds, head pounds
Keep telling myself I gotta act right
And the same damn act is what I gotta get
Clean!
And the worst part is that they’re watching it all
(You clean up real well, don’t you, ah)
And the worst part is that they’re watching it all
Slow down, slow down
I don’t reach out, reach out
Keep telling myself I gotta act right
And the same damn act is what I gotta get
Clean!
Sandpaper, the way that it feels every night
Way that my face is, not hurting, just unsatisfied
Maybe it’s time wasted, all that I spent digging holes in my face
Can’t you see all these craters? I’ll be clean once it gets out the way
Sandpaper (And the worst part is that they’re watching it all)
You clean up real well, don’t you, ah)
And the worst part is that they’re watching it all