What's the point
I'm writing words on paper that I don't like
Plunking a keyboard, playing with nighttime, hoping for payoff
And getting none
What's the point
I'm driving around the block a millionth time
Letting the clocks run, radio silence, hoping for payoff
Anything fun
Ruining me
Ruining me
Self-sabotage, an autobiography
Of ruining me
Feeling nothing may seem better than pain
But nothing hurts like everything feeling blank
And I am getting nowhere cause
I've got my hands and mind in chains
I put quarters in the jukebox and nothing plays
I bet on horses that lose every single race
I put time into everything I should enjoy
But the outcome stays the same
Ruining me
Ruining me
Self-defeat, and autobiography
Of ruining me, oh
I work on preservation
I tend to my wounds
I am the nurse in my own emergency room
I'll work on preservation
I'll heal my wounds to see the day that
I'm not ruining me or ruining you
Ruining me, a memoir
Ruining me, oh
Being your own worst enemy, an autobiography
Of ruining me, oh
Of ruining me
Ruining me
Ruining me