Don't Understand

I've slept on couches of other people's houses Overwhelmed in borrowed sheets I went through their records, they had piles of bills and letters All these photographs of people I would never meet Laid out in the light, shirt on my eyes And I try, but I know I won't sleep And I don't understand anything that has happened to me Like I'm telling a friend, and I don't even believe me Where had I put it now? Whеre had I hidden the proof? I lookеd down at my hands lined with nothing but the ways I had moved And in waking and in sleeping, everything irretrievably new And I go out for my meals and I meet up for coffee Could be how it feels irreversibly free