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 (*##$ 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