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