Lock the door
Toss out the key
There’s one way out
But it’s not for me

Sometimes I lie in my bed
Other times I lie my head
Upon the windowsill
And I sit very still

Looking down
A million cars roll by
Looking up
A billion stars stand by

Sometimes I beg
Dangling my leg
Off the windowsill
I cannot sit still
I jump

Waiting for the crash
As I hit the floor
But for now
I wish I could have
Used the door

Looking up
The stars all frown
Looking down
The cars all drown

In pools of red
I guess I’m dead