Girl at the Philly bar in Westwood, sorry
I haven't been writing,
not to you, not for myself, you
deserved better, I was coming off
the tail end of a Great Depression,
all out of that jazz and ain't got no swing,
I couldn't have known what was good for me
if it looked me in the eyes, which it did,
luckily it didn't hit me in the face but
oh, how I wish you had,
I wish it had hit me in the face then instead of now,
why is it always now instead of then,
why now?
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