Head Full of Used-To-Be’s

You showed up with a baby and a broken past

Said the man before me couldn’t make it last

Rain on the porch and a suitcase in your hand

I just said “come in”

You said the boy didn’t have much

Just a blanket and a tiny truck

But he fell asleep in my arms that night

Like he’d always been mine

Two shadows walking through my door

Turned into something so much more

You were my wife, he was my son

Two lost souls and a borrowed sun

I thought somehow we’d finally won

After all that running

Now the fire’s gone where love used to be

My heart is ash and my head’s full of used-to-be’s

Saturday mornings, cartoons and toast

Little bare feet running through the house like ghosts

You laughing in the kitchen light

Like the world was finally right

Funny what a heart holds on to

When the rest of life falls through

Tiny moments, quiet scenes

Turn into memories

I never thought the day would come

When silence louder than a gun

You were my wife, he was my son

You were the war I never won

Now every road I’m walking on

Leads back through the rubble

Now the fire’s gone where love used to be

My heart is ash and my head’s full of used-to-be’s

Sometimes I still hope he’s okay

Wherever you both ran away

And that he laughs the way he did

Running circles round the bed

But it hurts to think

He might not remember my name

My heart is ash… and my head’s full of used-to-be’s…

You were my wife, he was my son

You were the only home I’d known

Now I’m standing here alone

With ghosts in every room

Now every dream I try to keep

Turns into a memory

My heart is ash and my head’s full of used-to-be’s

Used-to laugh and used-to dream

Used-to think you needed me

My heart is ash and my head’s full of used-to-be’s

You were my wife…

He was my son…

Now they’re just used-to-be’s.