Suicide Jeans

I was so bored the other day I wanted to die
So i grabbed my notebook and I bought a bottle of Evan Williams
I headed downtown to the train tracks
I wrote a suicide note, it was hella dark
But i just wasn't feeling it
So I didn't do it
I didn't do it
I didn't do

Suicide is like a runner's up prize
It's like a bronze medal, then you're just so much grief porn
Your pages stuck together
With no one to pull them back apart

It's like suicide could make the afternoon fly by quicker

I think my funeral would be pretty cool
I'd probably have a lot of friends there
But then I'd be dead
And I'd be bored all over again

I'm bored