Emma fell like rain

Into my laplike a heart attack

Like the lightning from her name

I m running dry of bad excuses

Don t wanna lie or seem intrusive

But time hasn t told me anything

And neither has she

A poinsetta in poison rain

Twenty-two local rips of an injury

Washed her down the drain

With one silver bullet and two vicodin

And two vicodin

Emma woke up in darkness

Suitcase already packed

Wrote on the bag standsigned in blood

Sincerely never coming back

A nightmare on my street the day she arrived

The nightmarish household in which she died

Cause it made her feel at home

Somehow made me feel at home

A poinsetta in poison rain

Twenty-two local rips of an injury

Washed her down the drain

With one wooden stake through the heart

And two vicodin

A poinsetta in poison rain

Twenty-two local rips of an injury

Washed her down the drain

With one silver bullet and two vicodin

And we watched the sun fall crown

On a city that sleeps in a world upside down

A slow ticket straight out of town

You went out with a bang when you took

With you all my dreams underground

With you all my dreams underground

With you all my dreams underground

With you all my dreams underground

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