R.I.P. J.R.
There's another boy genius who's fucking gone
I hope the food tastes better in heaven
There's another boy genius who's fucking gone
Don't tell me it don't matter
Don't tell me I've had three days to get over it
It won't go away
It just won't go away
You said they laid out lots of coke,
you you don't know how much you did.
Now you don't want me to go home,
because you're afraid you might get sick,
just like the bad news you accept
It's all the drunken promises,
I'll be your friend,
but you just haven't made me yet.
all eyes on the calendar
another year I claimed with 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
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 but 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