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 that 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