biting keeps your words at bay tending to the sores that stay happiness is just a gash away when i open a familiar scar pain goes shooting like a star
comfort hasn´t failed to follow so far...
and you might say it´s self-indulgent you might say its self-destructive but, you see, it´s more productive than if i were to be heathly
and pens and penknives take the blame crane my neck and scratch my name but the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain... when i drive a sharpened object in choirs of angels seem to sing hymns of hate in memorandum
and you might say it´s self-indulgent and you might say it´s self-destructive but, you see, it´s more productive
than if i were to be happy
and sappy songs about sex and cheating bland accounts of two lovers meeting make me want to give mankind a beating
and you might say it´s self-destructive but, you see, i´d kick the bucket sixty times before i´d kick the habit
and as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought that even if i quit there´s not a chance in hell i´d stop and anyone can see the signs mittens in the summertime thank you for your pity, you are too kind
and you might say its self-inflicted but you see that´s contradictive why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?
and pain opinions are sitcom feeding they dont know that their minds are teething makes me want to give mankind a beating
i´ve tried bandages and sinking i´ve tried gloves and even thinking i´ve tried vaseline i´ve tried everything and no-one cares if your back is bleeding they´re concerned with their hair receding looking back it was all maltreating every thought that occurred misleading