EMMA

Walking out in crimson air You haven't lost your sophomore flair Late tonight you take a bow The curtains down, act over now Morning comes like mornings do It's bright in Giovanni's room You hang your head, you bash the walls An hour later walk the halls Smoking on the tiled floor Your audience through open door Blame your life on failed noir Can't fake a California charm Pocket holds a paperback With paint stains and the pages black Your autumn smile blunts your attack Seeking what you wish to lack You stand still like a paperweight Forget the lines you're supposed to say You're begging for another take To live to fight another day You convey such grave concern To the fire all will return You medicate the lessons learned For simpler days you will yearn We dance under a flower moon And faded brick and chimney flues You moving to manhattan soon The city swallows and consumes You burn me with a cigarette Like taking something off your chest I'll smoke you till my final breath Forgotten eyes and wary death I'll touch you like you wear your hair Simple and without a care We're witty and we're self aware Repartee and underwear Stockholm stands in mystery Two lovers bound in misery I'll point to all the banners now And make you put the camera down