Stranger in my Bed

I woke up next to someone new

    Anxiety inside me grew

Who is this man in bed with me?

    Where did we meet, who could it be?

I shook my head to clear the fog

    Tried to dispel hangover bog

What had happened late last night?

    Possibilities gave me fright

Another eve of drugs and wine

    Now I lay here in a bind

Ensnared in sheets and coverlets

    Drowning in morning regrets

I stare down at a stranger's face

    Trying to recall his embrace

I sit up slowly, aching head

    Carefully slip out of bed

He stirs and mumbles in his sleep

    His beauty makes me want to weep

Try as I might, his name won't come

    For all I know he's just some bum

I light up my last cigarette

    Wondering just how we met

Oh where did I end up last night?

    Nothing seems to shed the light

I cross the room back to the bed

    I gently sit down near his head

I softly brush a lock of hair

    Out of his eyes and then I stare

He looks a bit familiar

    I wonder just how close we are

I feel like there is something more

   Than strangers dancing on the floor

I crush my smoke out in a tray

    I try to make my mind replay

The memories seem close to me

    But just not close enough to see

I jump when he begins to wake

    Opens his eyes, I double take

He smiles and touches my hair

    "Good morning, love, my lady fair."

Finally it all comes back

    My memory is no longer black

He is no stranger after all

    We were married late last fall

I have a haunting brain disease

    Sometimes I lose my memories.