Sid

Your habit of clipping the nail of your little finger, and the gaps between a deep sleeper's breathing
Lately, we've begun to resemble the speed at which our favorite color changes

When you lose sight of the meaning behind those months, the things that you lose out on are intention and simplicity

How long has the master key in my heart been rusted?
The days of heading out from the same door, and knocking on a different door
If able to be held accountable for the end, the answer that comes out will always be the same
So that the two of us, who are cowardly, surely won't believe in horoscopes

From here on out, I'll make you remember

When it comes to adult rules, they're similar to alcohol, which I shouldn't have taken well to

For the first time, we readied things together, cheap chokers pressing against our chests

I can't deny that I've pushed sleepless nights upon you
Was it kindness? My call logs are proportionate to the lies I've spewed
The clock hands, that can't be turned back, sound out vainly
This room, gone cold, is a little too spread out by myself; we do it with a reason

Let's dream, back to back