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?