It’s About How My Face and Balls Itched Real Bad for About a Week
The itching’s harder at night
It’s got the power to be fire and ice
And I can’t leave it alone.
Now everyone diagnose
We got two doctors a nurse and midwife
But that don’t get me too close
After breaking all my own rules
Wrists latched to the bedpost from misuse
I haven’t found the way out.
My skin is fire and it all surrounds me
My skin is fire and it’s all expanding
This fire just won’t go out.
Now speculation’s one more.
I don’t have one connection to work from
Not that it’d even help.
When all you want’s to get out.
I can’t find mental separation that comes.
And no way you lay feels like home, and I’m not even getting close.
My brain is mud and it’s taking up space.
My brain is mud and this mud can’t think straight
This mud won’t stay in place
