Bad Habit

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
 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
 Oh, 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?
 Oh, 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