I have to look at old pictures From past adventures Misplaced experiences Remember what it felt like Before the world fell at my feet And I try to remember what it smelled like What it sounded like But I can't get back there anymore So I look at the pictures Reminisce about the times before you
(This wasn't about you until it was) Side note: this was actually meant to be about my depression but then I realized it sounded like I was talking about a past love. I hold hands with them both so I guess it all makes sense.