Aimee Mann - Suicide Is Murder

Picture yourself
There in the snow turning blue
Get used to that being you

Picture yourself
Blood from a 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
Premeditated, rehearsed tragedy

Motive is key
Count off 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

Suicide is murder
You've got to have motive, means and opportunity
Suicide is murder
Premeditated, 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?

Try to detach
If throwing the pills down the hatch
Or falling where no one can catch

If suicide is murder
You've got to have the stomach for a heartless killing spree
Suicide is murder
Premeditated, rehearsed tragedy