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 thatYours was the hardest

Itch to relieveThis 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 thatYours was the hardest itch to relieve

Yours was the hardest itch to relieve