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