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 happy.
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.
Okay, yeah, a complete remake of [link]
But I hate that photo now, but still like the idea. Plus...I'm kinda out of new ideas at the moment. Lyrics © The Dresden Dolls (Bad Habit)
Photo © Myself