Letras
When you're drunk, you love sending me photos of you
With nothing on but your shoes
When I sleep late, always have some kind of dreams of you
I will not mention what we do
When I wake up, it's almost supper
And you come back to haunt me, don't you?
You shaved your head just two days before I met you
With your best friend in your room
I thought you were by far the prettiest girl in the room
With no hair hiding none of you
When it grows back, you'll find another
And you'll go back to Philly, won't you?
On your wall, you hung that sock I left in your room
Was it Hanes or Fruit Of The Loom?
On your laptop, saw that sticker I gave to you
With my band name written right through it
When it peels off, you'll want another
Then you'll go back to Philly, won't you?
You'll go back, you'll go back, you'll go back and live in that apartment
Where you'll learn to be alone
Picture that, picture that, picture me drunk calling you on Friday nights
Just begging you to meet me halfway, love
I pray your mom ain't lonely
In that big old house in the suburbs
Do you reckon she misses her daughter?
And do you reckon she found another?
If you don't go back to Philly, love her