Emma, I wish you weren't married
Emma, I'm sorry that I brought it up
and put you in an uncomfortable situation
now the boy you love will almost certainly not be my friend
Emma, I wish you weren't married
It's a dilemma existing only in my psychic glade
the record is an example of your contentment
and I've got nothing on your husband ‘cause he's also in a rock band
I'm sure you're happy, and you don't think of me
and that's right
But I never had lucid dreams before I met you
and I still don't, technically,
but on a parallel continuum, I'm sure I met you years ago
because I can imagine with such clarity you letting me hold your hand
Well I'm sure you're pissed—
you didn't ask for this and I'm sorry, Emma
