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 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