Itch

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 you'll 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 isn't 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 i go
and that is that
yours was the hardest itch to relieve
yours was the hardest itch to relieve

i've mapped out my course
looks like it's all uphill
i've got a heavy heart to carry
but a very strong will
it's just hard to travel
in the shadow
of regret
in fact it's so hard
that i haven't actually left yet