Calling and Not Calling My Ex

She was once mine

that smile that shines from the glossy magazine that's stuck inside the Sunday times

She was so sweet

On Christmas eve

With the snow set deep when we went walking through the pines

I had just been fired and her first offer had arrived

and the new year would see her flying far away from me

though I didn't know it a the time

With out-stretched hands

now she commands a famous figure

for every picture

and she stands up strong and she demands

and they deliver

yeah she's a fixture

and it's mixture of dumb jealously and fear that I might feel

should she appear

just like it hasn't been three years

And there's distance to her voice over the phone

and that's because she stands alone

while I'm still sitting here

girl you see me here on another quite night

I will wait until another indistinguishable day arrives

I'll sigh when the light is even and bright

where my life is sweet while it's slightly disappointingly just gliding softly by

girl you won't wait for me

in some secluded stand of trees

some Christmas eve some god was kind enough to set aside

Although I love you too, I'm proud of you

God knows I'm feeling really stupid now

for ever having said