It’s the start of a bright new day as the light finds its way through the curtains at the end of my night. I’m alive in a city of dead people rising for work… And as they ride through the cycle, the machine revving up, I feel a little suicidal, just not high enough to jump.
Oh who am I kidding now? My plan to die young, somehow is just a memory now. It’s daylight in the city, “just hold me,” she said, “it’s been a long night in the city, just hold me, hold me…”
I had an old friend who said I should run like today is the last of my sick, sorry little life. As I stared into my own eyes in the mirror by my bed, that’s when I realized nobody ever told me that, I’m just afraid of dying. She told me everything is gonna be all right - everything is gonna be just fine