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