Emily, more than a neighbor Less than love, closer to like Like I've said, I am completely Over that time of life What our parents paid for Our respective shoes should not mean a thing But with your Catholic tongue You could make it all come clean Quarantine, the still of the summer Your porch screen softened the light But chicken pox don't last forever And when they go we say goodbye In the attic empty We are K I S S I N G But in the company of everyone else We are less than meant to be By the time reason took over We did not speak of that July And by the time you lost a mother I had no place in your receiving line I had no place in your receiving line