Sore Throat Syndrome - American Nightmare

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…