More songs by BLÜ EYES
Description
Mastering Engineer: Justin Shturtz
Mixing Engineer: Keith Armstrong
Producer: BLÜ EYES
Guitar: BLÜ EYES
Programming: BLÜ EYES
Synthesizer: BLÜ EYES
Vocals: BLÜ EYES
Composer: Katie Stump
Composer: Ryan Nealon
Composer: Jules Brave
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's like riding a bike, the way I see a flashing light and cover my eyes.
'Cause it takes me right back to panic attacks and now I'm all right.
Fight or flight, I start shutting down and don't know why.
Because my body, she don't know the difference between what's real and what's nonexistent.
I feel you in my muscle memory.
Wanna leave it all behind, but you won't let me. It's always involuntary.
I try to keep it buried, but I'm no good at forgetting.
Muscle memory, muscle memory.
It's like driving back home. It's automatic how I manage to take you wherever I go. I thought that
I'd outgrown you, but you're still in my veins somehow. Even though I'm better now.
Yeah, I did the work to come to terms with you in my mind, but I still feel you in my. . . muscle memory.
Wanna leave it all behind, but you won't let me.
It's always involuntary.
I try to keep it buried, but I'm no good at forgetting.
Muscle memory, muscle memory.
Like avoiding the street by my house. Like writing in cursive.
Like leaving my medicine out in case I get nervous.
Like skipping my afternoon walk, 'cause my bones remember it all, and somehow they get on my phone.
But I still feel you in my muscle memory.
Wanna leave it all behind, but you won't let me. It's always involuntary.
I try to keep it buried, but I'm no good at forgetting.
Muscle memory, muscle memory.
English translation
It's like riding a bike, the way I see a flashing light and cover my eyes.
'Cause it takes me right back to panic attacks and now I'm all right.
Fight or flight, I start shutting down and don't know why.
Because my body, she don't know the difference between what's real and what's nonexistent.
I feel you in my muscle memory.
Wanna leave it all behind, but you won't let me. It's always involuntary.
I try to keep it buried, but I'm no good at forgetting.
Muscle memory, muscle memory.
It's like driving back home. It's automatic how I manage to take you wherever I go. I thought that
I'd outgrown you, but you're still in my veins somehow. Even though I'm better now.
Yeah, I did the work to come to terms with you in my mind, but I still feel you in my. . . muscle memory.
Wanna leave it all behind, but you won't let me.
It's always involuntary.
I try to keep it buried, but I'm no good at forgetting.
Muscle memory, muscle memory.
Like avoiding the street by my house. Like writing in cursive.
Like leaving my medicine out in case I get nervous.
Like skipping my afternoon walk, 'cause my bones remember it all, and somehow they get on my phone.
But I still feel you in my muscle memory.
Wanna leave it all behind, but you won't let me. It's always involuntary.
I try to keep it buried, but I'm no good at forgetting.
Muscle memory, muscle memory.