A enternal itch that i cant seem to get even close enought to scratch,
not even close to a perfect match.
Were to go to get away from everything thats wrong,
The need to stop with the fear of carrying on.
To close to the burn to near to the fire,
To far from the good times to even rember.
One cup of tea to many and its not even wednesday,
Fuck I hate Mondays.....