All eyes on the calendar Another year I claim of total indifference To here, the days pile up With decisions to be made Im 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 Im sorry about the phone call and needing you Some decisions you dont make I guess its just like breathing and not wanting to Yeah, there are some things you cant fake Well, I guess that its typical To cling to memories youll 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 cant believe that hes really gone When all thats left is a fucking song And Im 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 cant wait...
decision, year, wasted, phone, sorry