Sanguinaire

A habit so devastating,
Even the doctors would wince.
Sad but true...
Calling all cars,
It seems we cut too deep again.
The mortician has reserved a slab just for you.
(It's bound to happen eventually.)
I'll find my way home.
Maybe you could come with?
As long as you don't bleed on our new carpets,
You're more than welcome.
We keep the knives by the toaster, just so you know.
Be sure to wash your gore off before you put them back.
I'd like to borrow that pretty little head of yours.
I wanna see how you think.
Why is it so hard to control yourself?
Hacking off your hair is supposed to help?!
I liked you better before you tore chunks out of yourself.
The IV drip is steady.
(Now if only your heart-rate would match.)
I feel sorry for you sometimes,
Then i remember what you said.
This town might as well be empty for kids like us.
Don't say I didn't try to help,
Cause it's so hard when your posture screams "No comment."
Anything is thicker than blood in your case.
Teach me how you use people so effectively.
Talent like that could come in handy.
Change is never easy for people so emotional as us.
Don't you think?
(I'll never stop wishing you were stable.)
Of all the words I could use to describe it,
I think one sums op our lifestyles quite decently:
Sanguinaire