Emma, I can't write songs like you can So I don't know what I'm trying here to do 'Cause every word I write is just my brain to my hands But you lay out the deepest parts of you Emma, I know that long as we are able That we're not doing labels And that's fine Emma, I'm not here looking for an answer I'm just looking for your hands to stay in mine 'Cause your name is on my lips If I don't sing it I'll eclipse the stuff I've yet to figure out So I'm yelling in my car Trying to get to where you are Emma, I plan my days around your calls And chisel at all of my walls so you can see That Emma, I'm not a friend or foe or stranger I'm not innocent or dangerous I'm me Emma, I've never ever been a fighter I'm a hold-me-even-tighter kind of guy So Emma, I can pretend that we're the same But every time you say my name I touch the sky 'Cause Emma, I'm 18 And I've learned way more than I'm supposed to know But Emma, I'm 18 And you show me the world for the first time even so Whoa Emma Emma, I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is knocking on your door Emma, I haven't seen you since December So your eyes make me remember what I'm here for Emma, you probably didn't even see it But I felt your heart beating so fast So Emma, you can say you want me to go But till then I'll kiss you so maybe this lasts