And pain opinions are sitcom feeding
But, you see, it's more productive
I've tried bandages and sinking
Hymns of hate in memorandum
When I jab a sharpened object in
But, you see, it's more productive
Makes me want to give mankind a beating
And you might say it's self-destructive
Why on earth would anyone practice self-destruction?
Looking back, it was all maltreating
Pain goes shooting like a star
Happiness is just a gash away
But, you see, I'd kick the bucket
But the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain
Sixty times before I'd kick the habit
Make me want to give mankind a beating
They dont know that their minds are teething
Thank you for your pity, you are too kind
And anyone can see the signs, mittens in the summertime
I've tried vaseline, I've tried everything
And you might say it's self-indulgent
You might say its self-destructive
Choirs of angels seem to sing
Crane my neck and scratch my name
Than if I were to be healthy
And you might say its self-inflicted
And pens and penknives take the blame
But you see that's contradictive
I've tried gloves and even thinking
That even if I quit there's not a chance in hell I'd stop
And no one cares if your back is bleeding
Bland accounts of two lovers meeting
Every thought that occurred misleading
When I open a familiar scar
They're concerned with their hair receding
And sappy songs about sex and cheating
And as the skin rips off I cherish the revolting thought
And you might say it's self-indulgent
Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far
Than if I were to be happy
And you might say it's self-destructive
