i have a shameful something i want to share with you, i cut myself cause thats the only way i can feel... emergency room here we come, all cut up again, pocket knife right through the head, "accidents happen" thats what she said. weird. these things atke time so we all just wait. this hidden part of me is about homicidal control, i cut myself cause that's the only way i can deal... playing games in the other room, words carry through the wall, dizziness takes it all away, i can't hear anything you say. couldn't get out of bed today theysaid she must be dead but its too soon to tell i know, have to wait im sick of waiting. security blankets, babydoll hatchets security blankets wrapped all around us...
The lyrics are pretty straightforward here. Nonetheless, it's crafty how the music makes self-mutilation seem more like a personality quirk than a genuine problem. I think the fact that the music is perhaps not depressing as one would expect shows even more just how confused this girl is.