

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Picking at the edge again Red half-moons around my nails You’re that sting that keeps me sane Little pain that always fails Tear a piece I watch it bleed Tell myself it’s all I need You’re the sore I won’t let heal You’re the part I love to peel [Chorus] You’re my cuticle habit I just gotta have it Pull me ‘til I flinch ‘til I feel something real You’re the ache that I’m choosing Every time I’m losing Still I dig you out instead of letting you heal You’re my cuticle habit [Verse 2] Every time I swear I’m done Your name itches on my tongue One more night One more excuse One more layer torn loose I can taste the copper truth Scars are maps back into you Guess I like the ugly side Guess I like the way it bites [Chorus] [Bridge] I know I should pull away But I pull at you instead Tiny wound I overfeed Turn a scratch to something red You’re the comfort in the hurt I keep grinding into dirt If I stop then who am I? If I stop Do I feel alive? [Chorus]
Tags
rock, Crunchy 2000s alt-rock band feel: overdriven guitars with mid-tempo groove, tight bass locking with a punchy live kit. Verses stay restrained with palm-muted riffs and roomy drums; chorus explodes with big open chords, doubled male vocals, and shout-along hooks. Bridge drops to tom-heavy tension, then slams back into a final high-energy chorus., alternative rock
3:12
No
12/24/2025