Cuticle Habit

[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]

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