Testo Vacancy

You're so old now. Your bearings are shot. You're a caved in roof. You're falling apart. Your nights are spent lying on the couch hoping to forget...

You can't fix this because its burning down.
You can't fix me because I'm so burnt out.

When that sun crept over those stairs we were lighting fires on our hands. We held the fate of everything we loved in our hands.

The strain in my back has left me here. I keep choking on my fears, on my loose ends. All the strength leaves the ghosts alone.
Oh, we are the same.