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