[Lyric] Emma (Dinnerush)

I don't want to hold you to your word
I'll hold you back and you'll hate me for that
And I think I'm starting to really hate you
Or I hate what you did and I hate what you said

And I've been dreaming on this train ride home
I've been thinking that we're getting too old
Running around like we're kids with somewhere to go
'Cause the trains don't look like trains here they all got wings
And they're flying southbound 'til it turns to spring

The church doors close on you when it turns Monday morn'
So you're left with your sins in your hands and no place to mourn
But if I were Emma, you'd marry me in an instant
And maybe then you would see me for all that I am