Lyrics Sore Throat Syndrome - American Nightmare

Sore Throat Syndrome

When we were young, we thought the days would get better
Today I talked myself out of ending this
I’ve been out chasing silhouettes, losing frozen smiles to a thousand regrets
And all the way home, I could see your breath though we looked dead
«I'm so far from here…»
We laughed
«Our time is running thin.»
But I always knew how the end would end
I never said I’d stay to the end
Fuck you, fuck all of you
You’ll never know what I wanted to say
Those words are as dead as the air I breathe
Life is just a big second guess, a broken staircase of mistook steps…
You can trust me, it’s not okay…