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   The things we say to each other, always a lie   But at least we find some comfort for awhile.      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.