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.