Suicide Season Lyrics - Coma Beach

A girl committed suicide 

On a sullen sultry summer's day 

And her friends, they didn't understand 

'Cause she'd always been so good and gay 

It all began when she reached that age 

When it dawned on her there's no way out 

When innocence dies 

And shadows rise 

To impervious highs 

Day in, day out 

On the very evening that she crashed 

Her boyfriend told her they should talk 

But she just shook her little head 

And she went out for a little walk 

Alone with her fears 

Alone with her tears 

Her pills, a knife 

And six little beers 

She climbed to the top 

And didn't stop 

'Til her head burst open 

With a plop 

Just a matter of where and when 

Suicide season's here again 

Close your tired eyes and then 

Suicide season's here again 

A boy committed suicide 

On an ordinary awful autumn's day 

And his mother couldn't understand 

How her life had turned so sad and grey 

It all began on that special day 

When his girlfriend shook her little head 

And she went out for a little walk 

To paint the black soil crimson red 

On that night before he slashed his wrists 

He had a dream of a broken spine 

So the following day 

He took a bath 

With a razor-blade 

At half past nine 

His mother found him - red 

water, lifeless 

Gone, dead 

Shivering and quivering 

She fell on her bed 

To have her last cup 

Didn't want to wake up 

And her husband drove to town 

And got drunk in a pub 

Just a matter of where and when 

Suicide season's here again 

Close your tired eyes and then 

Suicide season's here again 

A man committed suicide 

On a windy wistful winter's day 

And there was no one left to ask themselves 

Why he ended up in that bloated way 

It all began when he lost his son 

Then he lost his wife 

Then he lost his mind 

And his neighbours merely shook their heads 

While he tried to hide and seek and find 

On Christmas Eve, before he drowned 

He drank so much that he couldn't walk 

So he took his car 

And drove somewhere 

To find someone 

To whom he could talk 

There was no one there 

'Cause people just care 

About cash and gossip 

And the clothes they wear 

He jumped into the stream 

To leave this madman's dream 

And desperately hoped to wake up 

With a scream 

Just a matter of where and when 

Suicide season's here again 

Close your tired eyes and then 

Suicide season's here again 

Self-consciousness is a curse