
Creeping crawling under your skin
Not sure of where you should begin
Twisting turning trying to reach
Scratching clawing unable to find
Driving you crazy outta of your mind
Rubbing against a door frame for relief
Finding none but disbelief
Grabbing a stick if you dare
Rubbing it around without a care
Still no reprieve from that gnawing itch
It drives you crazy, son of a bitch
Asking a friend to dig in with their claws
Keep on missing the spot just because
Sweat forms on your brow
As you seek a respite
Trying to take a bite
Falling to the floor you try once more
Sliding yourself until your head hits the door
That itch, that itch
Ain’t it a bitch.