the empire state building

try not to look down
as we take the elevator up to the 102nd floor
and look out the glass windows that climb above our heads.
(6,500 chances that urge you to jump)
any minute you think they’ll crack right underneath our feet
and we’ll fall straight down into the parking lot below

they’ll think the 350 miles of telephone wire
acted as a noose and stopped our breathing
since we never made it down to the smashed red car
where they found your pretty face on that stunning body

(oh, what a waste
and our morbid minds keep on growing)

on the news they’ll call it a suicide attempt:
but I’ll just call it sight-seeing.