I was on a plane
going home at night
and I wondered if I could open the doors mid-flight
was it right
to want to give it's pa**engers a more exciting d**h
than they could ever imagine
there's a whole school of thought
that says you live what you do
and you are what you eat
but I'd be out there too
with a hundred people screaming
in depressurized air
falling quickly like the plane
through the clouds down there
and in their last lively minutes
they'd look down and they'd stare
and the earth rising fast
at last they would care
about me
about me
about me
about me
and if one day
the universe
fell in love with another universe
would they
in this new reality
fall together into one singularity
and on the tiny planet
everyone would be reeling
not considering that even universes have feelings
and there'd be millions of people
all condensed into one
and soon they'd be dead like the birds and the sun
and each one would think the center of it all was their head
and the world would collapse and then they'd be dead like me
like me
like me
like me