Conversations With Emily

Hey pretty, what’s on your mind
Nothing here, an endless night
Fed up and sick, tired of me
My thin boy voice ruins everything
Oh sweetheart, don’t say such things
We don’t know who’s listening
Don’t talk, don’t smile
Just silently walk on by
My Emily says, oh lad
What has she done
To my darling innocent boy?
My favorite late night someone
I wish you were here to kiss me
And scream dammit lad, I need you back
Emily rolls over in bed and says
Is it really so bad?
Hey pretty are you secretly sad?
Questions I dare not ask
Fed up and sick, tired of this
Such simple things i miss
Oh sweetheart, don’t say such things
We don’t know who’s listening
The only thing that can fill this gap
Is the one who doesn’t want me back
My Emily says, oh lad
How long can this last?
As long as it takes to get that attention
So safe at last
I wish you were here to hold me
And scream, dammit lad, i need you back
Emily rolls over in bed and says
You don’t want that
So here’s my advice to you
This should’ve turned out different
But it didn’t, so get over it
But don’t you find it reassuring?
That one consolation growing
My darling boy, it won’t snow where she is going