Bright Eyes - Feb 15 (Happy birthday to me) lyrics

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
And not wanting to
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
You wrote the name and 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