The Day After Christmas - Kate Miller-Heidke

I’m thinking of when I first touched you

Your skin was electric

Now I’m far too wise to dwell on such things

And far too sentimental to forget them

I read somewhere memories are stories you write for yourself

To explain who you are, and how you got there

And to blame it on somebody else

Now the gifts are open

The toys are broken

The speeches are all spoken

And the dishes cleared away

The stream keeps flowing

My doubts are growing

'Cause I’ve got no way of knowing if it’ll be damned or reach the sea

For you and me

I met a man twice my age

Half joking, he said 'I should warn you

You’re a fish on the line, and the lines pulling in, and there’s a frying pan

coming to warm you'

And while I smiled, it occurred to me

I’m just gristle and blood

And I’ve spent half my life with the sun in my eyes

Chasing rainbows through the mud

When I was a child in a little kid’s world

My heart was the same as the one I have now

But it amazes me how much everything else has changed