You are an itch on the edge of a scab Like cold water down my throat After a nine-hour nap I can feel you get carried away If I let you go, you wouldn't notice I was tossed back to the age of five If It goes south Know that I waited and stayed long for change ♪ You make me question my answers You're a test, and I am not too clever You fit the sleeves of my sweater I'm afraid I would grow into sweaters that's one size bigger ♪ Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na