Feb15th

all eyes on the calendar

another year i claim of total indifference



to here the days pile up



i'm sure all of them were wrong

with decisions to be made



into this song, i send myself



and with these drinks i plan to collapse and forget

this wasted year

these wasted years



i'm sorry about the phone call and needing you



devoted friends, they disappear



i guess it's like breathing and not wanting to

some decisions you don't make



there are some things that you can't fake



i guess that it is 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



and you can't believe he is really gone

when all that's left is a fucking song



i'm sorry about the phone call and waking you



i know that its late



but thank you for talking because i needed to

some things just can't wait