flashbulb memories

don't ask me where I'm from
or who I am
'cause I don't know
I don't want to be a bum
but I'm in a jam
with nowhere to go
I don't remember faces
I don't remember names 
I don't remember places
but it all ends up the same
in my flashbulb memories
in my flashbulb memories

I know I was a child
but it's all unclear
I can't recall
by now I'm reconciled
I don't need to hear
about it all
if I was ever carefree
it must have been in the womb
it's all been a mystery
from the cradle to the tomb
in my flashbulb memories
in my flashbulb memories

so I'll just wander down
my broken path
day after day
there's nothing that I've found
I've done the math
but it's okay
when my life is on the cutting room floor
I'll be happy to report
I've written my memoirs
and they're really really short
my flashbulb memories
in my flashbulb memories