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, an 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