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