Like It Never Happened ft. Yuri Lowenthal Lyrics

It's sort of like that feeling

The sheets tangled around your shin

The carpet beneath your other foot

You try to remember going to bed--but you can't

You've been sober for a while

When was that?

Why does a four-year-old memory

Precede one from two years ago?

Now, you feel pressure--and your breath

It's slowing down

This persistent thumping in your neck

Is this deja vu or a panic attack?

It was supposed to be a good day

Wait what?

Should You run?

No

Calm down and grab those cigarettes

There's probably a couple left

Oh. You smoked those already

You didn't even try to remember when you smoked those

You'll try again but--didn't you quit for like… 7 years?

What happened?

Is this what losing hope is?

You measure life in years now

What happened to your voice?

You can rant for so long

But you struggle to utter something meaningful

You used to be cool

What happened to you?

Hello?

You still in there?

Are you trying again?

I thought you'd stopped

You've spent years in a dark room

Trying to get away from something

Then you find you can still spend years in a dark room

Trying to achieve something

It's too dark, open the blinds

No

It sounds nice but things that once brought joy now take time

When you find the time again, it's too much work

And you need to get back to work

You're watching a movie of your own life in the mirror, but you can't touch it

You wake up

You feel those sheets tangled around your shin

How many years has it been?!

You don't know when you got here

Or what comes next but, you're in it

Did you reach your goal

Or did you get carried away reaching for one and fail?

And is that so bad?

Because, don't we need to fail to get better?

Sitting in a lifeless garden

You wonder how to stop and smell the roses

When you didn't water the plants and left the bed to decay

Now all around you--dirt

But here you are--tending the soil again

It's dark--and it's cold

And in the waning moonlight you notice something

Under the dead leaves you carefully rake away

This isn't a rose--but it's something

Something sprouting.

It's sort of like that feeling

Like it never happened