Feb. 15th

all eyes on the calendar

another i claim of total indifference

to hear 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 frinds, 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 or not wanting to

there are some things that you can't fake

i guess that it's typical to cling to memories

that you'll never get back, again

and to sort through old photograghs

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 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

yeah, some things just can't wait




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