Scratching My Head
The lice they bite and cheat. I don't know why they lie to me
Don't know why they lie with me. I'm just trying to sleep in
Not even the size of peas. I even tried some bleach
But this bleed's constantly leading me closer to the deep end
Their incessant sidling and follicle, finding feasts
Makes Fridays kind of bleak. I'm not looking forward to the weekend
The cries outlined in speech fall on deaf ears, so silently
That I don't know how I'll feel tomorrow. I suppose I'll just pretend
That the day I had the chance to meet them
I made the same glance made to cretans
In a straight line, filed into sequence
Their colonizing decides my pretense
It was all cherry wine when I needed them
Sour at first but a tad sweetened
Now I wear a hat like a feral mask
Too scared to scratch for a reason, I don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it
I don't really know why they smile
Everyone is smiling at me
But man, I guess I'll take it
I have had a terrible week
It wasn't just dudes on Capitol Hill
It was even pretty ladies
Wasn't even just panhandlers on the street
It was even people who seemed angry
(Sniff, Sniff) Why does my nose itch?
Ah, crap
How could I have guessed what I would find
There on the tip of my nose
How could I have guessed the whole time
The goodwill I built was hanging from my nose
Why do I even try?
It never does any good
Because out on the streets. I'm just a douche
I'm still a douche
Everyone they smile at me
I don't know why, I don't know why
Looking all askance at me
I don't know, I don't know why
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
The lies divide my sleep. Uninvited, idle creeps
Compromising vital needs. I'm just trying to sleep in
I fold just like the pleats in sweat-soaked, piles of sheets
Toss and turn to find some peace, scratching closely at the deep end
Inviting such violent dreams, my bed board whines and creaks
Friday night's a frightful treat
I'm not looking forward to the weekend
Whys out cried and screeched go unanswered and I don't seek
Solution nor sympathy, just relief from this grievance
On the night I had the chance to meet them
I pulled sheets back down to knees and
In a straight line, filed into sequence
Their colonizing ignited my weakness
It's all good and fine, I never needed them
Acquaintances never meant to be friends
I'll burn a match and turn this hat
Into an urn and laugh for a reason, I don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
Don't know why they lie with me. I'm just trying to sleep in
Not even the size of peas. I even tried some bleach
But this bleed's constantly leading me closer to the deep end
Their incessant sidling and follicle, finding feasts
Makes Fridays kind of bleak. I'm not looking forward to the weekend
The cries outlined in speech fall on deaf ears, so silently
That I don't know how I'll feel tomorrow. I suppose I'll just pretend
That the day I had the chance to meet them
I made the same glance made to cretans
In a straight line, filed into sequence
Their colonizing decides my pretense
It was all cherry wine when I needed them
Sour at first but a tad sweetened
Now I wear a hat like a feral mask
Too scared to scratch for a reason, I don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it
I don't really know why they smile
Everyone is smiling at me
But man, I guess I'll take it
I have had a terrible week
It wasn't just dudes on Capitol Hill
It was even pretty ladies
Wasn't even just panhandlers on the street
It was even people who seemed angry
(Sniff, Sniff) Why does my nose itch?
Ah, crap
How could I have guessed what I would find
There on the tip of my nose
How could I have guessed the whole time
The goodwill I built was hanging from my nose
Why do I even try?
It never does any good
Because out on the streets. I'm just a douche
I'm still a douche
Everyone they smile at me
I don't know why, I don't know why
Looking all askance at me
I don't know, I don't know why
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
The lies divide my sleep. Uninvited, idle creeps
Compromising vital needs. I'm just trying to sleep in
I fold just like the pleats in sweat-soaked, piles of sheets
Toss and turn to find some peace, scratching closely at the deep end
Inviting such violent dreams, my bed board whines and creaks
Friday night's a frightful treat
I'm not looking forward to the weekend
Whys out cried and screeched go unanswered and I don't seek
Solution nor sympathy, just relief from this grievance
On the night I had the chance to meet them
I pulled sheets back down to knees and
In a straight line, filed into sequence
Their colonizing ignited my weakness
It's all good and fine, I never needed them
Acquaintances never meant to be friends
I'll burn a match and turn this hat
Into an urn and laugh for a reason, I don't get it
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
I don't get it. I, I, don't get it (I don't get it!)
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Munson Stiles, Jay Battle, Seth Swift, Ian Hernandez
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