Luyện nghe bài hát Feb15th

all on the calendar
another i claim of total indifference

to here the pile up

i'm sure all of were wrong
decisions to be made

into song, i send myself

and these drinks i plan to collapse and forget
this year
wasted years

i'm sorry the phone call and needing you

friends, they disappear

i guess it's like breathing and not to
some decisions you don't

there are some that you can't fake
i guess that it is

to to memories you'll never get back again

and to sort old photographs of a summer long ago
or a friend you used to know
and there, below his face

you the name and that ancient date

and you believe he is really gone
all that's left is a fucking song

i'm about the phone call and waking you

i know that its

but thank you for talking i needed to
some things just wait