Bad Habit Songtext

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 healthy



& pens and penknives take the blame

crane my neck & 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 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'm 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....