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