Emily, Please

You take the whole thing baby, not just the broken parts
Because the rest ain’t no good to me without my broken heart
Emily, please don’t send me packing in this dilapidated state
I’m on the brink of being sober this was to be my last drink
I know I lost my good fedora, and I lost my good cane but I still have my old
Waltham pocket watch you call the ball and chain
So I’ll make you beautiful promises with all my biggest words, some I can keep
better than others-
Some don’t belong in this world
Emily, please don’t send me packing in this dilapidated state
I’m on the brink of being sober, this was to be my last drink
Emily, please don’t tell my mother
Emily, please- she’s getting old
Won’t you pour me just one more drink if I’m to sleep out in the cold