You always write to ask
How come I don't write back
I could tell you
But then I'd have to write
A letter that would start
I finally found it in my heart
Now to forgive you
What do you want me to say?
Ask you
"How was your day?"
Well I could tell you
But then I'd have to care
What you did last night
Or the thousand since you crossed my sight
I wouldn't know you
Is there a need for me to hear
Every last detail
Of pleasant dreams that accumulate like unwanted mail
If it's as bad as you say
Maybe this will make it go away
This is an answer