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