You hold what you have to hold on to    The bluest eyes are the saddest eyes  I know this all too well  The blankest stare  The I don't care  A crawl inside type of hell  All of this reminds me  Of how much I really don't fit  I come to you black and blue  And you won't deal with it    So I'm left holding the dirtiest hand  I am told that it's getting old  Just how dirty I am  How dirty I am    A soulless whore, an even score  The eyes in the back of my head  My lack of class, this empty glass  A drink here with the dead  All of this reminds me of how much I really don't fit  I'm begging you please make me new or keep me out of it    Now I'm left holding the dirtiest hand  I am told that it's getting old  Just how dirty I am    I'm left holding the dirtiest hand  I am told that it's getting old  Just how dirty I am    Wash me clean  So, wash me clean    Now I'm left holding the dirtiest hand  I am told and it's getting old  Just how dirty I am    I'm left holding the dirtiest hand  I am told and it's getting old  Just how dirty I am    How dirty I am