looking back on those years
I still remember the way things were
Before the furniture got rearranged
Now it's like we never lived here
It's a cold and empty room
But there's no space for anything new
Caught in a quarter-life crisis
'Cause I still don't know
Who I am
Maybe I just didn't notice
Everything good
Slipping through my hands
Thought we'd grow old together
When we were painting the kitchen that lovely shade of blue
But we are our parents' children
Made their mistakes,
When we tried so hard not to
Now I'm waking up in a different city
It feels so familiar,
Have I been here with you?
Or did I pack up our memories
Took them with me,
Should've left them with you
I'm a cold and empty room
But there's no space for anyone new
Caught in a quarter-life crisis
'Cause I still don't know
Who I am
Maybe I just didn't notice
Everything good
Slipping through my hands
Maybe someday I'll only remember the pain
But feel none of it
And I'll let myself be happy again
With no strings,
No strings pulling me down
