Happy Birthday To Me (Feb. 15)

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)
Well 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

Yeah, there are some things 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 and

I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you
I know that it is 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