All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here, the days pile up
With decisions to be made, I`m sure all of them were wrong
Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And forget this wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
And I`m sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don`t make
I guess it`s just like breathing and not wanting to
There are some things you can`t fake
I guess that it`s typical
To cling to memories you`ll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know
And there below
His frozen face
You wrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date
And you can`t believe that he`s really gone
When all that`s left is a fucking song and
I`m sorry about the phone call; and waking you.
I know that it is late,
But thank you for talking, because I needed to.
Some things just can`t wait.
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