Feb15th Lyrics - A Collection Of Songs: Recorded 1995-1997 - Bright Eyes

all eyes on the calendar 

another year i claim of total indifference 

to here the days pile up 

i'm sure all of them were wrong 

with decisions to be made 

into this song, i send myself 

and with these drinks i plan to collapse and forget 

this wasted year 

these wasted years 

i'm sorry about the phone call and needing you 

devoted friends, they disappear 

i guess it's like breathing and not wanting to 

some decisions you don't make 

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