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 you 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