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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