Jayhawks. Think About It. Zeneszám

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