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[wasteofpaintxxx]

all eyes on the calandar, another year i claim a total indifference
to here the days pile up with decisions to be made
im 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

im sorry about the phone call, and needing you
some decisions you dont make
i guess its just like breathing and not wanting to
there are some things you cant fake

i guess that its typical to cling to memories
youll never get back again
and 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, that ancient date
and you cant believe he is really gone
when all thats left is a fucking song

im sorry about the phone call and waking you
i know that it is late
but thank you for talking, cause i needed to
some things just cant wait...