Phil Too?

How could I tell you had more than usual to say?
The day you left I sang, «Et tu Brute?»
And your old friend was telling me today
That you were singing exactly the same
And you were sick of yourself, and everyone else
You looked as thin as white as snow, your eyes as clear as ice
You looked at me, I looked at you. You did what you had to
«Say ah, say ah,» the doctor said, «Say ah.»
You have to kick the town
The pubs that bleed you at night — oh your town’s fully furnished
A fly trap with traffic lights
And you were stuck to bars and bass guitars
And rooms and girls, (dishwater blondes)
And faces — they don’t wanna know you
They just want a shoulder to get pissed on
And it happened again —
The heart inquires why I didn’t know then what I know now
How could I tell you just needed a push to stay?
The day you left I sang «Et tu Brute?»