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