I just called to see if you could talk,
To tell you Merry Christmas,
Or at least that's what I said,
Because obviously you couldn't,
Stop to say hello,
Not even for a second,
I could tell by the quick way you answered,
How you been?,
Good.
And so I asked about your life,
And you breathed into the phone,
Letting me know you didn't have a good connection,
So I chose not to tell you,
That I've missed you again,
That I dreamt of you last night,
Of Christmas at Aunt Gwens...
I chose not to tell you,
That I dreamt of your voice,
I had to call you,
I wasn't given a choice,
But thank you for being so...
Preoccupied,
A little of your life,
Did you let me spy,
You're still the same Topher,
Just grinding the stone,
And maybe I'm not the only one,
Who feels so alone.
