Blue walls And cheap sin My wax dancer In dead skin Drink up Sweet tooth If I'm crazy, so are you Awoke to static on your old radio There was fuzz and bored announcements I swear I heard you singing "Emma, don't be sad This was not the life you were meant to have Wash your rosy eyes and leave this dream" But you still sing "Emma don't be sad Emma...Learn More

Those cherry lips She tasted Windsor Blue chic Maladjusted wide-eyed punch bag I could barely speak Sour feelings Wasted words she never cared to read Half-finished, first draft love song 2003 I tried to write you a love song Something you could keep That you and I could sing along to Well a boy can dream But it's still right where I left it Just...Learn More