When you remember me.
Here I am. Just as a promise.
Yeah...
still imperfect.
Yeah here I am, watching all those men say hello without goodbyes.
And here I am, a bit more together now.
Yeah I called, just to say my life folds together, inward now.
And yeah I called.
But not to tell you how pretty
and empty they're becoming.
I called to say that I called to say...
(I've)
Tending to a kitten's cry and not my oily hair.
Her eyes burn with an intensity
that yours never could.
And I feel alone.
With this frame, this pain, this agony.
I figured benzos.
But they burn oh,
Emma.
And love.
Tragedy