Arms
Emily Sue, Cont'd
White pine, the moon is so highYou see where you?re going with your eyes closedWild-eyed, growl and smokeReturn every question in the same toneThere?s a state line, out in those pines, buried in frozen ground, we?ve chosen our sides, Now we can?t turn it aroundChain Emily to the stakeHer family?s worried, she?s terribly late A haze rolling across the lakeIf we go, who?s to know, dead by morning if we stayA burnt tongue, the paper unfoldsslipping it through another keyholeSlim hope of fireproof ropeKerosene off of your sweet noseIt?s a steak knife into my thigh, watching you flicker in real time, call your own kindnow we can?t turn it aroundFates, give a warm soul a break Just give me a life where you?re nothing but mine, and that?s how it will stayBut hey, I?ve never been so afraidWith this cold in my bones, and a child engulfed in flame
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