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