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 the thawed regrets And all, 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 fucking end And all, all the way home 'I could see your breath though we looked dead' I'm so far from here I never said I'd stay to the fucking end Fuck you, (fuck you), fuck all you You'll never know what I wanted to say Those fucking 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