You always write to ask   How come I don't write back   I could tell you      But then I'd have to write      A letter that would start...   I finally found it in my heart   now to forgive you      What do you want me to say?   Ask you....   "How was your day?"      Well I could tell you   But then I'd have to care      What you did last night   Or the thousand since you crossed my sight   I wouldn't know you      Is there a need for me to hear    every last detail   of pleasant dreams that accumulate like unwanted mail      If it's as bad as you say   maybe this will make it go away       This is an answer