I take my meds with me to work, nine-to-five
Just in case I get sick of being alive
I could down them all in two seconds flat while talking on the phone
’Til the other voice is the only one on the line
I could end it all at any time
Burning up for years, I’m dynamite
If I detonated, I’d do it right
It’s only a matter of—
I keep a gun locked in the bank, in a safe
Just in case I hate the way my brain misbehaves
I could walk there on my cigarette break, and withdraw it in a snap
Then I’d load it, and I’d blow it all away
I could end it all at any time
Burning up for years, I’m dynamite
If I detonated, I’d do it right
It’s only a matter of—