Golden Birthday

My year twenty three
A strange old place to be
My golden birthday huddled inside February

Walking in my sleep
Screaming through my teeth
I wonder how it happened and how I would be

Statistically
My life's a quarter over
Maybe then
I'll wish I'd been more sober
But for now it's not the ending yet
So I'll carry on and hedge my bets
And hope I don't run out of time too soon

All those memories
Don't come back to me
Quite as easily as one might hope

I miss the forest for the trees
I sure like to be by trees
Get caught up in the details of this place we call home

Statistically
My life's a quarter over
Maybe then
I'll wish I'd been more sober
But for now it's not the ending yet
So I'll carry on and hedge my bets
And hope I don't run out of time too soon

I hope it's not the same
When I grow old and grey
I hope I'm doing well enough to remember these days



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Middaugh
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