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 (ah)
What sums up all of your ills? (Ooh)
Is it drowning, or bullets, or pills

And try to detach (ah)
You're throwing the pills down the hatch (ooh)
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

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Aimee Mann