I was scratchin on a napkin
my mind had an itch
and I was scratchin on a napkin
there was a dry patch
that needed liftin
and scratchin and greasin
but I was scratchin on a napkin
my thoughts
my dreams
my hopes
all scratchin on a napkin
in ink that could only sink
into the napkin's fibers
like oil on my scalp
after a good scratchin
lifting my thoughts
easing my mind
soothin that itch
like a good scratchin
but i was all alone
just wishin
and hopin
and scratchin
on that napkin
still itchin
still scratchin
still on that inked-up napkin
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