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      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 you can't fake      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   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      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   Some things just can't wait