To Philly

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