Sore Throat Syndrome Songtext
von American Nightmare

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