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