happy birthday to me

south parkin christmas temali bolumunun sonunda jesus’in kendi kendine soyledigi replik.

doğum gününü kimsenin hatırlamaması üzerine bir köşeye pısıp ağlayarak söylenen kutlama hedesi.

bright eyes $arkısıdır,mükemmeldir..

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 and 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..
some things just can’t wait..