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?