Emma

Emma, I can't write songs like you can

So I don't know what I'm trying here to do

'Cause every word I write is just my brain to my hands

But you lay out the deepest parts of you

Emma, I know that long as we are able

That we're not doing labels

And that's fine

Emma, I'm not here looking for an answer

I'm just looking for your hands to stay in mine

'Cause your name is on my lips

If I don't sing it I'll eclipse the stuff I've yet to figure out

So I'm yelling in my car

Trying to get to where you are

Emma, I plan my days around your calls

And chisel at all of my walls so you can see

That Emma, I'm not a friend or foe or stranger

I'm not innocent or dangerous

I'm me

Emma, I've never ever been a fighter

I'm a hold-me-even-tighter kind of guy

So Emma, I can pretend that we're the same

But every time you say my name I touch the sky

'Cause Emma, I'm 18

And I've learned way more than I'm supposed to know

But Emma, I'm 18

And you show me the world for the first time even so

Whoa

Emma

Emma, I've got one hand in my pocket

And the other one is knocking on your door

Emma, I haven't seen you since December

So your eyes make me remember what I'm here for

Emma, you probably didn't even see it

But I felt your heart beating so fast

So Emma, you can say you want me to go

But till then I'll kiss you so maybe this lasts