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.