Suicide Mission

It’s a suicide mission,
Driving on a license with suspension
It’s a suicide mission
And I’ve done enough with my life not to miss it.
Don’t even remember what year it is
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
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
And I’ve done enough with my life not to miss it.
So I won’t use the crosswalk
When I’m walking cross the street
I won’t use a wristwatch
When I’m counting my heartbeat
I won’t tell the doctor, I’m allergic to bee stings
Decide it’s for arthritis and I’ll end this 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 wood work
Asked to be reimbursed for all the drugs I took
Got my head in the sand
They got my arms like rubber bands
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
And I’ve done enough with my life not to miss it.
Get our heads out of our habits
Cause 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.