It’s a suicide mission, 

Driving on a license with suspension

It’s a suicide mission, 

I’ve done enough with my life, not to miss it. 

 

Don’t even remember, 

What year it is.

I dropped you off drunk, 

At a bar in Los Feliz.

Headed for the 5 and in my mind I’m picking fights.

Blame it on my best friend, 

I don’t even trust green lights.

So I’ll wait here

And not move on. 

 

No one is expecting me at home.

No one’s calling hospitals or waiting by the phone.

So I’ll put myself to bed without a pillow for my head. 

I guess I’ll go and visit bones

Of ancestors instead.

I won’t wait here

And I’ll move on.

 

It’s a suicide mission, 

Driving on a license with suspension

It’s a suicide mission, 

I’ve done enough with my life, not to miss it. 

 

So I won’t use the crosswalks, 

When I walking across the street.

Won’t use a wristwatch

When I'm counting my heartbeat.

Won’t tell the doctor

I’m allergic to bee stings

I’ll decide it’s for arthritis

And I’ll end the whole damn thing.

I won’t wait here.

And I’ll move on. 

 

Pull my mind out of the murk 

Find my way out of woodwork. 

Ask to be reimbursed for all the drugs I took. 

Got my face in the sand

They got my arms like rubberbands

Staging interventions 

Just to change up my plans

To move on.

So I can’t move on.

 

It’s a suicide mission, 

Driving on a license with suspension

It’s a suicide mission, 

I’ve done enough with my life, not to miss it. 

 

Get our heads of our habits,
Because people care we breathe

In and out, the world without

We lose the ones we leave.

Cross-eyed at best

Without an ounce of good rest.

Burning candles at both ends, 

I guess bridges are next.

 

So you can move on.

And I’ll move on.