all eyes on the calendar
another year i claim of total indifference to
here the days pile up with decisions to be made
and with these drinks i plan to collapse and forget this wasted year
these wasted years
devoted friends, they disappear
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
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