Cigarette Smoke My Christmas Story

I’m sitting here smoking a cigarette with you on my mind. There’s noting I can now do about our quarrel. The telephone won’t help me say I’m sorry. I need to look into your eyes and say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the hurt I gave you last night. Darling, I sorry for the anger I showed you. This is heavy on my mind as I smoke my cigarette. I want to tell you that I love you more than life. I want to tell you that you’re the world to me. I want to meet you on Christmas day and erase hard feelings. I want to hold your hand and ask forgiveness. Can’t we start over as though this had not happened?