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


And I wanna start fresh
And I wanna start new

And I wanna start over, over