waste of breath

From day one I talked about getting out,
But not forgetting about,
How all my worst fears were letting out.
He said:
"Why put a new address on the same old loneliness?
When breathing just passes the time,
Until we all just get old and die.".
Now talkings just a waste of breath,
And livings just a waste of death,
And why put a new address on the same old loneliness?
And this is you and me,
And me and you,
Until we've got nothing left.