Dot

It's not my fault, it wasn't up to you

Christmas eve comes once a year and that will never do

Your image started fading

I closed my eyes to see

Tell me do you close your eyes for me?

Now your door seems half a world away

The price of gasoline is more than I can pay

Plus I don't have a car I can call my very own

I guess I'll spend another night alone

If I could say I’m sorry

Who would I say it to?

Besides, apologies mean less than dirt to folks like me and you

You know it's true

Should I say too bad or so what?

What's appropriate?

Should I show it?

Call you on the phone and let you know it?

Back at my house, there's nothing on TV

The bathroom mirror casts confusing looks from me to me

I watched you from a distance

For too briefly held you close

I guess that's just the way this story goes