Racing Toward The New Testo

just forget what you cannot replace the sweet day is almost weightless in here(?) so i talk but no one can relate to the fear i had when i was younger somehow i knew i'd end up empty and alone we all accept in the same tired way the gentle shift of continuous change we confuse all the things that we say, to ourselves to the things we say to each other, always a lie but at least we find some comfort for a while so we'll start where the others left off get in our cars and embrace something new to escape we will always get caught in the fear that what you had before was better and you will become sick with the dream of knowing that you will be old (to be old) (?)