American Nightmare - Sore-Throat Syndrome Lyrics




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, 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
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 all of 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 stairs of mistook steps...

You can trust me
It's not okay...





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