Bright Eyes - Happy birthday to me

^CAll eyes on the ^Amcalendar ^CAnother year I claim of total indifference ^CTo here the days ^Ampile up ^CWith decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong In^Cto this song I ^Amsend myself And ^Cwith these drinks I plan to collapse And for^Cget this wasted year, ^Amthese wasted years ^CDevoted friends, they disappear

And^D I'm sorry about the ^Cphone call and ^Dneeding you Some decisions you don't^C make ^D I guess it's like ^Cbreathing and not ^Dwanting to There are some things you can't ^Cfake

^C I guess that it's ^Amtypical To ^Ccling to memories you'll never get back again ^C And to sort through old ^Amphotographs Of a ^Csummer long ago or a friend that you used to know And ^Cthere below his ^Amfrozen face You ^Cwrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date And you ^Ccan't believe that he's ^Amreally gone When ^Call that's left is a fucking song

And ^DI'm sorry about the ^Cphone call and ^Dwaking you I know that it's ^Clate But ^Dthank you for ^Ctalking because I needed ^Dto Some things just can't ^Cwait