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