Feb. 15th - Bright Eyes

All eyes on the calendar

Another year 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 friends 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

And not wanting to

There are some things you can’t fake

Yeah, there are some things that you can’t fake

Well I guess that it’s 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

Where you wrote the name

And that ancient date, that ancient date

And you can’t believe that he’s really gone

When all that’s left is a fucking song

I’m sorry about the phone call

And waking you

I know that it’s late

But thank you for talking

Cause I needed to

Yeah, some things just can’t wait

Yeah, some things just can’t wait

Yeah, some things just can’t wait

Yeah, some things just can’t wait