7 am May when the air is nice
I'm equipped with my pills, got my doctor's advice
Security is in a fine place titled HOME
And all I want is to be alone
I don't know who's on the payphone
He chats away with a Boston lisp
On the love he found with a man named Chris
I eavesdrop from the laundry room
That was when the footsteps came
A soft rain smashing his parade
The thunder of beratings running amok
Followed by fists removing his blood
To the soundtrack of elevator music
I concentrate on the music
I won't flinch
My clothes are still drying
I won't flinch
Right now no one anywhere is dying
After the storm the walls seeped tears
Silence speaking slurs, denying my ears
His eyes ajar and glazing
But how they seemed to sparkle
Right now no one anywhere is dying