i am evening the score
i'm cutting the umbilical cord
curled with my teeth against my knees
scratching at my consciousness
like a bitch with fleas
i think you'll be greatly pleased
to know that
yours was the hardest itch to relieve
this is me without my hair
welcome to my open stair
i've 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
i've mapped out my course
it looks like its all up hill
and i've got a heavy heart to carry
but a very strong will
it's just hard to travel
in the shadows of regret
it's so hard
that i actually haven't left yet