All eyes on the calendar.
Another year I claim, of total indifference.
To hear the days pile up.
With decisions to be made.
I'm sure all of them were wrong.
And into this song, I send myself.
And with these drinks, I plan to collapse and forget.
This wasted year.
These wasted years.
Well 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, but not wanting to.
There are some things you can't fake.
(Yeah there's some things you can't fake.)
Well 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.
Where 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.
I'm sorry about the phone call, and waking you.
I know that it is late.
But thank you for talking, cause i needed to.
Yeah some things just can't wait.
Yeah some things just can't wait.
Yeah some things just can't wait.
Yeah some things just can't wait.
No no no no no no.