Letra de 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...