It's near orgasmic edging suicide
But now I've got some marks I've gotta hide
'Least gloves are normal in the winter
Thank Christ it's f*cking winter
The twinge of the pain it feels so good
Remind me that I f*cking could
A bit of release for a bit of peace
Yeah I'm flirting with the deceased
How far can I go without drawing blood
It's a razor's edge between drought and flood
Resist the urge
To submerge
It's near orgasmic edging suicide
But now I've got some marks I've gotta hide
'Least gloves are normal in the winter
Thank Christ it's f*cking winter
Now there's a web on my wrist made of red raised lines
And I've gotta convince that I'm doing fine
'Cause I doubt that friends would understand
If they haven't felt this shit first hand
'Least after years I've learned the drill
I'm smiling at the bottom of the hill
If death is heroin this is methadone
Get the fix I need without the headstone yeah
The twinge of the pain it feels so good
Remind me that I f*cking could
A bit of release for a bit of peace
Yeah I'm flirting with the deceased
Now there's a web on my wrist made of red raised lines
And I've gotta convince that I'm doing fine
'Cause I doubt that friends would understand
If they haven't felt this shit first hand no
It's near orgasmic edging suicide
But now I've got some marks I've gotta hide
'Least gloves are normal in the winter
Thank Christ it's f*cking winter