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 violence
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 and 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