K.C. Clifford: Music

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Emily

Emily was born in Nashville
With a tarnished spoon in her mouth
She felt that it was only natural
To learn to spit it out
So she locked up all her skeletons in the closet
And threw away the key
And her memory she somehow lost it
Cause that’s the Southern way, you see

But Emily wakes up to a drink
And Emily doesn’t eat anymore
Most days Emily is not so sure what she’s living for

Emily I can see you dancing with desire
Flirting with darkness, playing with fire
So tell me is it worth it painting on that smile
And playing dress up all the while
You’re walking in a wire

Emily’s only daddy was a signature on a check
And what her stepfather used to do to her at night
Well it’s enough to make you sick
But Emily says she’s made her peace
With the hand that she’s been dealt
But she’s not fooling anybody
With the exception of herself

Emily wakes up to a drink and Emily doesn’t eat anymore
Emily doesn’t care where she sleeps
She’ll take your couch or your floor
And most days Emily is not sure what she’s living for
Lord knows how many times a day she thinks about
Those pills in the drawer

But Emily I can see you
Emily I can see you
Emily, Emily, I can see you