These Aren’t My Memories
The heavy rain from this morning begins to yield
Green traffic lights reflect on the windshield
We’ve had winter winds in the past few days
Life has been something of a haze
Thoughts turn to home and dark-plank floors
My woolen sock feet a pillow to my Labrador
A glass of warm brandy by a flickering fire
The babies fast asleep at their usual hour
She's finished tidying up the kitchen
Nothing escapes her attention
There’s shorter days now in store
Bedtime comes earlier than before
I grip the steering for the turn just ahead
It’s then I realize for real and shake my head
These aren’t my memories
This is not you and me
This is not the way I hoped it would be
These aren’t my memories
These aren't my memories
They only live inside my head
These aren't my memories
©Godot Boys Music 2022
Words and music by Bryce Martin