DOTS ON THE CLOCK
The oddest things remind me of you
The first day of fall, the last day of school
I was always a mess when I was with you
You were always soigne always so cool
I could walk you to your car or not whatever you want
I’m approaching this delicately
You look at me reluctantly
What have we got
Dots on the clock
When do the good times start
I should be glad for whatever it was
However brief it was still sweet
Blaming myself for whatever the cause
Am I too much or not enough
I could walk you to your car or not whatever you want
I’m approaching this delicately
You look at me reluctantly
What have we got
Dots on the clock
When does the heartache stop
