The streets are soked

In the same stale liquor

And there's a cloud of doubt in my mind

I thought I saw a friend

I'd figured for a while

That I wouldn't find

With the golden glow of the distant city

You were just a silhouette

As the street lights flickered like shining

Mirrors I called out

But you'd already left

You'd already left

As my thoughts collide

There's no silver

Lining and it's raining

Doubt in my mind

Then my thoughts

Divide into tiny pieces and

I keep them safely inside

Cuz tragedy is the same stale liquor god

It tastes like home

You were just a silhouette

I figured I probably should have known

I should've known