Emma appeared like an angel. Emma fell like rain into my lap like a heart attack... like lightning from her name. I'm running dry of bad excuses. Don't want to lie or seem intrusive, but time hasn't told me anything... and neither has she. A poinsettia in poison rain. Traded true love for insult and injury. We washed it down the drain with one silver bullet and two vicodin... and two vicodin. Emma woke up in darkness, suitcase already packed. Note on the bedstand signed in blood, "Sincerely, never coming back." A nightmare on my street the day she arrived. A nightmarish household in which she died, cause it made her feel at home. Somehow made me feel at home. A poinsettia in poison rain. Traded true love for insult and injury. We washed it down the drain with one wooden stake to the heart and two vicodin. A poinsettia in poison rain. Traded true love for insult and injury. We washed it 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
