The Paris Buns - Knismesis Lyrics

I will pat myself on the back for every good idea I've had
I will give myself applause for calming down when I've felt mad
But I can't explain the itch I feel
I don't know if it's even real
Doubt that won't abstain from a fraction of this brain

I ran through my whole life like I was skipping through a film
I jumped from frame to frame, the images were dim
And the video tape jammed in the gears
And it lingered on the thing
That makes me feel the fear, that keeps on tinkering

I wear that mark upon my neck
You can't see it every day
But if I try to keep my head up
There it stays

I wear that mark upon my neck
When I scratch, it makes it worse
Fractured and ever spreading
Like a sick contagious curse