Dear Emily I write to you in this way
It sort of feels cathartic, but condescending
I said you were a ghost I said that you were dead
But that’s really not quite the truth
And by next winter, will you be taking your estrogen?
Will you be living again? Far away from him
Because I know this isn’t what you wanted
And it sure as hell isn’t what you needed
And yes I really have not been truthful
About identities and the like, but I had to
Because Emily, I couldn’t let them know
That you and me was one in the same

And I can’t wait
To move out of state
Just to say
That I did it
Because when I’m
Far away
The you’ll know
And I won’t care

Because I’ve been living a lie
For as long as I have known
And there’s nothing I can do anymore
To feel alright
And I know what I’ve got to do now
But that doesn’t make it any less scary
And I know that you love me more than anyone
And “Alex and Emily” sounds better
Than anything I’ve heard in a long while
So I think maybe that’s all I really need
And I know it’s all I really want

So maybe we can just run away
Leave every obligation behind
We can panhandle a little
Just to get us by
We can hop on trains say fuck you to the man
And ride for miles and miles on end
Because when I’m with you
I’m not worried about a thing
And maybe that’s all that I need