Dear Mr. Itch, this isn’t meant to mean or cruel, it’s just the way I feel, I do love you and I do care, just know that sometimes I can’t be there. So I pick and I itch and you scratch and scratch.

I’m allergic to the pain
Yet you are trying to itch
it away
This isn’t some game
It’s more like a shame

Itching
Itch
itch

Itching
Picking
Scratching

There’s a half a million lies going through your head
An infinity amount of possibilities in mine

Itching
Reverse
Picking

I can think of a lot more then you
I can even see more then you
but you know its true
everything I do…
Never mind it doesn’t seem important to you

Itching
Rewind x6
Scratching

Stings even through these lousy clothes
If I could have it my way: NUDE
personal and very discrete secluded island off of the perfect exotic moist temperature
ALL THE FUCKING TIME!

Itchy
Itch
Itch ITCH
Mister Itch…