Say It

The sulphur tang of a match head When I pulled on a cigar, Filled my mouth with memories Now I don’t know where you are, And I think when I last saw you In that cold and lonely bar, I’ve only got myself to blame For taking things too far, I’ve only got myself to blame For taking things too far. The shrouded meaning of your words then, Never were so truly clear, Stuttered from the dusty jukebox When you’re driven far and near, And I think when I last held you Scared that you would disappear, I’ve only got myself to blame For shedding not one tear, I’ve only got yourself to blame For shedding not one tear, I couldn’t bring myself to say it In the way I ought to do, Stirring flickers of defiance In your eyes of fading blue, I couldn’t bring myself to say it, Made assumptions that you knew, I’ve only got myself to blame For never saying “I love you,” I’ve only got myself to blame For never saying “I love you.”