This is It

Made my mark on the city,
eight million friends for me,
save room in the canopy
for eight million friends and me.
Yeah I'm quiet they say,
please sit down,
sliced, your life,
how you long to
bow your head on the window,
roll your eyes up to
the mylar puddling,
watch Ben, damp on the driveway,
doing laps on his skateboard, you,
spelling out on single glazing,
glum as grey
as the day is done.