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Emily


We skated around the town,

I wish I didn't drown

in the river, 

I wish i could've seen her

grow up.

 

I wish I could've met her

when we were 5,

And anythig she would've told me,

I could've believed.

Anything she could've told me, 

I would've believed.

 

And when we were 17,

we went to 17th street, 

and got some soup,

as you do.

We always do.

 

And when the year came to an end

I wanted to see her again,

she came over,

and I kissed her

in my bed.

She came over,

and I kissed her 

again.

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