Emily, Please - Luke Doucet

You take the whole thing baby, not just the broken parts

Because the rest ain’t no good to me without my broken heart

Emily, please don’t send me packing in this dilapidated state

I’m on the brink of being sober this was to be my last drink

I know I lost my good fedora, and I lost my good cane but I still have my old

Waltham pocket watch you call the ball and chain

So I’ll make you beautiful promises with all my biggest words, some I can keep

better than others-

Some don’t belong in this world

Emily, please don’t send me packing in this dilapidated state

I’m on the brink of being sober, this was to be my last drink

Emily, please don’t tell my mother

Emily, please- she’s getting old

Won’t you pour me just one more drink if I’m to sleep out in the cold