philly

I sent you songs that made me think of you
Songs with your name misplaced an 'e' for an 'a'

I never got to see you bare bones
I thought that we would take it slow

"How was therapy?"
You would ask me
In the back seat
Headed to Philly
You were so pretty

You like my songs so I wrote you seven for the week
That you were writing songs for nobody

I never got to show you my past
Fucked it all up when we moved too fast

"How was therapy?"
You would ask me
In the back seat
Headed to Philly
You were so pretty

You were so pretty
And you fell asleep
You were so happy
Or did you lie through your teeth?
I was so happy

Leaking through my bedroom eyes
I want you every night