Pitch black when I try to look back
The entire history of you
And the bad moves we outgrew
Selective aphantasia
Charlie Kaufmann box office smash
Where the Montauk waves crash
Yeah, yeah yeah
If you could keep a secret
I would bring this moment to the grave
Take the time, take it all away
Make believe that it meant something
Why would I want a photographic memory
Of somewhere that I shouldn’t be?
Soundtrack gone amnesiac
The soft whispers soaked into my skin
And a hard shell grew on top of them
Selective aphantasia
Can’t take us back from strangers
To that old Cleveland Park apartment
Yeah, yeah yeah
If you could keep a secret
I would bring this moment to the grave
Take the time, take it all away
Make believe that it meant something
Why would I want a photographic memory
Of somewhere that I shouldn’t be?
