Parachute

A bullet two meters above the ground Flying faster than the speed of sound

A blank stare as he realizes that his mind and his boy will soon be unbound

The counter force of a gun was too much for me to handle

And as I fell down the stairs I soon realized that my effort to try to soften the impact was insubstantial

I jumped through a bathroom window with the body on the seventeenth floor The image of my friend my lover my neighbor next door

Swirled through my head but I have nothing to apologize for

He set my house on fire with a lighter and a bottle of whiskey bought in some old run-down liquor store

I'm fifty meters above the ground

Flying fast but not as fast as the speed of sound

A blank stare as I realized I lost my parachute in the building when my neighbor chased me like a fucking sighthound