Bright Eyes - Feb. 15th Lyrics
all eyes on the calendaranother i claim of total indifferenceto hear the days pile upwith decisions to be madei'm sure all of them were wronginto this song, i send myselfand with these drinks, i plan to collapse and forgetthis wasted year, these wasted yearsdevoted frinds, they disappearand i'm sorry about the phone calland needing yousome decisions you don't makei guess it's just like breathing or not wanting tothere are some things that you can't fakei guess that it's typical to cling to memoriesthat you'll never get back, againand to sort through old photograghsof a summer long ago or a friend that you used to knowand there below his frozen faceyou wrote the name and that ancient datethat ancient dateand you can't believe he's really gonewhen all that's left is a *****ing songand i'm sorry about the phone call and waking youi know that it is latebut thank you for talking because i needed toyeah, some things just can't wait