Testi musica canzoni

Feb. 15th 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 i'm sorry about the phone call and needing you some decisions you don't make i guess it's like breathing and not wanting to 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