Sore Throat Syndrome
by Give Up the Ghost· from Year One
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 in the thawed 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 know how the end would end I never said I'd stay till 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 breath life is just a big second guess a broken staircase of mistook steps... you can trust me... ...it's not okay