Residue

"RESIDUE"
 (Gibbs/Hurley)
 Residue, tell me what can I do
 To get the trace of you off of me?
 Residue, on the tip of my tongue
 And filling up my lungs where I breathe
 I wish that I could face
 All the flavors I still taste
 I wish that I could peel off
 All the layers that I feel of residue
 Residue, on the small of my back
 And making me go slack when I'm brave
 Residue, like a rash on my skin
 And dripping down my chin when I shave
 I wish that I could face
 All the flavors I still taste
 I wish that I could peel off
 All the layers that I feel of residue
 Hiding underneath my nails
 Puncturing my stiff starched sails
 Wash and dry, iron and fold
 It's starting to get kind of old
 It's starting to make me feel old
 Residue, on the edge of the bed
 And propping up my head so I can't sleep
 Residue, in the corners and seams
 And dancing in my dreams midnight's deep
 I wish that I could face
 All the flavors I still taste
 I wish that I could peel off
 All the layers that I feel of residue
 Residue