As if it never happened
It’s as if everything thus far had been a dream, an aberration, a complete lie. It’s as if an inordinate chunk of time had been taken out and so thoughtlessly cast aside, and everything has been flung back to square one, without any consideration that it all could possibly have been real.
It’s as if I’m getting to know myself all over again.
What part of our history’s reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
What with this distance, it seems so obvious
We’ll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
I’ve more than honored your request for silence
And you’ve washed your hands clean of this
– Alanis Morissette, Hands Clean –