itch

I swim six seas Leave one waiting to look forward to Saw your future I'm fidgeting in the waiting room (in the waiting room) And although I am oversaturated, know I'm earnest too And I know I'm eager, but I can't fucking wait for the day that I finally get to kiss you, ooh, ooh, ooh Finally get to kiss you, ooh, ooh, ooh What if I never scratched another itch for the rest of my life? Would I die satisfied knowing it could always get better than this? Although I'm oversaturated, know I'm earnest too And I know I'm eager, but I swear I'm always true Let go, a fact on a bottle cap Proof of God in your soup Belly of a baby, pearls against the tooth A charm of living daylight napping in your room What if I never scratched another itch for the rest of my life? Would I die satisfied knowing it could always get better than this? What if I never scratched another itch for the rest of my life? Would I die satisfied knowing it could always get better than this?