Suicide is Murder - Aimee Mann

Picture yourself

There, in the snow, turning blue

Get used to that being you

Picture yourself

Blood from the cut on your wrist

Checking for veins that you missed

Cause suicide is murder

You’ve got to have

Motive, means, and opportunity

Suicide is murder

Pre-meditated, rehearsed tragedy

Motive is key

Count up the friends who would care

If there are none, then you’re there

Motive’s a must

Shame and self-loathing a plus

Tickets for under the bus

Cause suicide is murder

You’ve got to have

Motive, means, and opportunity

Suicide is murder

Pre-meditated, rehearsed tragedy

But beware, cause anyone who knew you

Will be cursed, and part of them will also die

There’s no end to the asking of the question:

Why?

So picture yourself

What sums up all of your ills?

Is it drowning, or bullets, or pills

And try to detach

You’re throwing the pills down the hatch

Or falling where no-one can catch

Cause suicide is murder

You’ve got to have

The stomach for a heartless killing spree

Suicide is murder

Pre-meditated, rehearsed tragedy