Sid

Silence
I still don't like the quiet
But I guess that's just what I get
For letting you go

I guess
That you and I were violent
You're Effy with your eyelids
I was Sid all along

Cause I still don't know if you're out of me
If it's all my fault, it's like there's atrophy
On my skin, my bones
Where something good should have grown

Cause I still feel close, like you're next to me
Swear to god there's ghosts on the Bowery
Well at least now I know
That we're shit alone

Black dress
We put on an accent
We ask him for the address
But we don't even go

I guess
I guess we're gonna talk less
And everywhere that we went
Now I'll go alone

Cause I still don't