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 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