Happy Birthday To Me (feb 15) Lyrics - Bright Eyes

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 or not wanting to 

There are some things you can't fake 

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, 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