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 i`m sorry about the phone call and needing you some decisions you don`t make i guess it`s like breathing and not wanting to 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
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