I’ve written melodies to songs that have no endings. Stuck here on the bridge. And if you measure distance in terms of miles and minutes, you’re so far away that I can’t even see you. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t write you again today. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t call. I’m sorry Amelia. I wanted to tell you. I’ve written poetry simply by staring at your picture. Silently sincere. I’ve woken up to smiles from dreams you’re responsible for, but you never knew ‘cause I never told you. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t write you again today. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t call. I’m sorry Amelia. I wanted to tell you. “I just didn’t know” is no kind of alibi. I’m sorry Amelia. You don’t even know me these days. I agree but things can change. I’m sorry Amelia. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t write you again today. I’m sorry Amelia. I didn’t call. I’m sorry Amelia. I wanted to tell you.