I am evening the score
I am cutting the umbilical cord
Curled with my teeth against my knees
I am scratching at my consciousness
Like a bitch with fleas
I think youll be greatly pleased
To learn that yours was the hardest
Itch to relieve
This is me
Without my hair
Welcome to my open stare
I got nothing to hide no more
Why disguise what isnt there
I am an eyesore
I am a detour
You can find me crying on
The shoulder of the road
And I will tell you
What you want to hear
Before you go
And that is that
Yours was the hardest itch to relieve
Yours was the hardest itch to relieve
Ive mapped out my course
Looks like its all uphill
Ive got a heavy heart to carry
But a very strong will
Its just hard to travel
In the shadow
Of regret
In fact its so hard
That I havent actually left yet