i’m calling my dealer now,
he’ll be over in the hour
funny how the sound of your name
still makes my mouth turn sour
by 2 in the morning ill forget the way used to sound
and she’ll come up to my room and turn my lights down
she holds me down, the walls are spinning.
late night drives in mid july,
with you next to me singing.
her lip stick stains me, she grips my sheets.
but it’s still hot philly air and empty dark streets.
now we get fucked up, but we carry on.
with the memory of you, i move along.
her cold hands shaking don’t go misunderstood,
cause the weather always changes
even though you never could.