Itch

You fucked me in the mask, I’m cured

You hung a cross up on the door

And do you promise that you’re sure?

Now everyone’s so insecure

You like to pray

I’m happy when you find my face

It takes me to a special place

And most of all, I think they’re fake

Let’s pop a God pill at the lake

Know how to act

I’ll give you everything back

I’ll hurt myself until you laugh

Apply some pressure to the cracks

And now we only dress in black

You have to go

I’d like to tie you in a bow

When mom and dad go to the show

I rode my bike and killed my toe

Now everybody has to know

You make me itch, itch, itch, itch

Itch, itch, itch, itch

Wow

I’ll pick you up and we can ditch

It doesn’t matter what it is

I’ll drive around a little bit

And put your hand around my wrist

Pray

Pray

Pray

Pray