Think About It - The Jayhawks

Took her pills and her magazines

Left her lying in her misery

He was locked up in his room

Colored pinwheels as the sirens wine down the avenue

Think about it once

Take your time don’t fuss

What you got to lose

Everybody choose

Think about it once

Take your time, don’t fuss

All the dog-eared pages on your shell

You never talk except about yourself

All the red eyes in the room

Tried to rearrange your world for you

Think about it once

What you got to lose

As he pulled his pad and scribbled suicide

the county coroner, he shook his head from side to side

He was a little less than pleased

Very pale and very tired

The toil of love had brought them to their knees

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