Song For Sid

I sell clothes to the elite
They love to buy things they can't keep
When I'm off I play quietly
At night when I'm too tired to sleep

The mind is cruel to the body
Broken vessel at men's feet
The mind's so tired the mind's a beast

And I can't afford that yellow dress
That you bought in front of me
But if I make the bootleg
I'm in the door for free

Has she shaken hands with a late night host?
Has she done enough if she's not thin like a ghost?
If she's so stuck on making you see?
As if that would achieve anything

No, I can't afford to let her be
And you say you don't need me
But I know kyle, he'll give a smile
And let me drink for free

Oh, all the things that we take
Say you love me like the money you make

Hannah's new songs put me back at ease
I'm sinking into the leather with ease
I know I'll get there like a thief
With selfish eyes and scraped up knees

No I can't afford to rid this dream
A shame my life won't see
You're on stage in yellow
But I got in for free