Digging Yourself A Hole

You say That I'm depressing to be with But one of my symptoms Is that you're always a b!tch You say That you hardly harp on me And the string of words You use to insult me Are hardly in harmony But only partially in tune It's like Your throat's stuck Gut sucked Still starving For abuse So you reach down Deep down Trying to find A hurtful word To help you climb An inch out From how far You've sunk down But little do you know The hole is getting deeper 'Cause there ain't one word That'll Throw off some dirt And You've got some nerve Thinking It's gonna work