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