Almost Like Yesterday

I remember the yellow curtains. The afternoon stretched across the floor. (Mmm... ahh...) The television played to nobody. I knew the words to every show. My little hands against the window, watching all the cars below. I thought the world was waiting. I thought I had forever. (For me...) Funny how a single afternoon can outlive an entire year. Almost like yesterday, almost like being there. I can remember everything except how it felt back then. (Almost like yesterday...) And if I could return, would I There you recognize are myself? There you are The playground had a painted sun. The swings were always wet. I counted every passing train and made a wish I can't forget. Somewhere along the years, I stopped expecting anything. (Anything...) Almost like yesterday, almost like being there. I remember who I used to be, but not the person I became. And all those ordinary days were everything I didn't know I had. were everything I didn't know I had. (Didn't know...) I used to wonder what growing older felt like. Nobody told me I'd miss the things I never noticed. The way the house sounded before I learned to listen. (Ahh... mm...) Almost like yesterday, but farther than before. I know the streets, the little shops, the numbers on the floor. And somewhere in those afternoons, there's a version of me who hasn't left them yet. who hasn't left them yet. (Hasn't left...) I remember the yellow curtains. I wonder who took them down. (Mmm...)