Before you pull the trigger,

Trigger on a gun not ever yours,

Yours as in never mine,

Mine as in never ours,

Ours as in we’re running out of time.

Time to take your time,

Time to take a break.

Break the window, crack the glass,

Glass will set you free.

Free as in free from here,

Here as in this awful world,

World as in the thing beating in your chest,

Chest compressions may save the person,

But does it save the soul?

Soul that is destined for greater,

Greater as in greater than this,

This as in whatever is happening here,

Here as in… damn it, we already did this.

This as in… wait, what?

What will it take for you to pull the trigger?

Trigger on a gun not ever yours.

Yours to hold, but not to have,

Have another chance at life

Instead.

Instead—ummmm, instead we fly?

Fly like angels, which maybe we are.

Are we?

We are alive, I know that,

That nothing can kill us, not even that bullet.

Bullet from a gun not ever yours.

Yours as in never mine,

Mine as in never ours,

Ours as in we’re running out of time.