Think About It

Took her pills and her magazines

Left her lyin' in her misery

He was locked up in his room

Colored pinwheels as the sirens whine 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 shelf

You never talk except about yourself

All the red eyes in the room

Tried to rearrange your world for you

Think about it once, take your time, don't fuss

What you got to lose, everybody choose

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

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

What you got to lose, everybody choose

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

What you got to lose, everybody choose

Think about it once, what you got to lose