One Too Many Itches - The Panics

I’m staying stubborn in retreat

I was standing on your corner

Pondering defeat

An old lady fixed my collar

Said, her steps were getting steep

I said, «I live by the top

But not permanently»

I know you follow, I can hear you

And the patter of your feet

I’m looking like I’m still half asleep

And it feels like your standing on me

Why do you ask me?

I don’t know my way

Why do you keep me here?

I have no more cards to play

I’ve got eyelids like concrete

They’re too numb to blink

You drain the life out of me

I’ve forgotten how to think

I was sitting on a fortune

Now I’m staring down a sink

I’ve got one too many itches

And you’re just another sting

You can hope that I might

But I never feel a thing

You can hope that I might

But I never feel a thing

Why do you ask me?

I don’t know my way

Why do you keep me here?

I have no more cards to play

A strange thing happened in my mind

All your words turned to scribble

By the time I recognize

I never looked right

In the reflection in your eyes

I’d wait to hear your voice

But I never could reply

Why do you ask me?

I don’t know my way

Why do you keep me here?

I have no more cards to play

Why do you ask me?

I have nothing left to say