Lawn

[ EMILY ]
We had the greatest lawn on our street
When I was a kid
It was Dad's shangri-la, it was
It was what he did!

That lawn was his other daughter
The one who never wanted tattoos
His elegant, quiet daughter
That lawn was his muse!

So creamy and green
It could make you melt

Soft as felt
Across your face
Like gentle hands
From a better place

In my lawn
Enter here, disappear
Love lives on
Here in my lawn

[ LUKE, spoken ]
So, did it have all this stuff in it?

[ EMILY, spoken ]
Nope! All green, all the time

[ LUKE, spoken ]
Ha

[ EMILY, spoken ]
Dad was a purist!

[ EMILY ]
Back then, I was kind of a dude
I know that's a shock
Jean jacket, mop-top attitude
And I was a jock!

They called me Emily Bulldyke
I didn't really know what that meant
"Don't sit with that Pollack bulldyke!"
Wherever I went

On the bus-ride back home
Wanting to die
I'd bring my backpack close to my face
Like I was looking for something
And I'd cry

When I got home
Dad was there, folding chair
Two iced teas
Comforting breeze

Safety's on
All my own
Love lives on
Here in my lawn

We had the greatest lawn on our street!
The greatest freakin' lawn on our street!