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 it's self-destructive
But, you see, it's more productive
Than if I were to be healthy


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 jab 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 it's self-inflicted
But you see, that's contradictive
Why on earth would anyone practice self-destruction


And pain opinions are sitcom feeding
They don't 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
Makes me want to give myself a beating