Strata

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,"