Lyrics

It’s 2 AM, we’re under the sheets,
She got tears in her eyes and chips on her cheeks.
Sayin’, “We don’t talk like we used to do,”
Girl, it’s bedtime, not a therapy room.

She snifflin’ soft while she holds my hand,
Crumbs on the pillow from a bag of Flamin’ Ranch.
I say “baby, just rest,” but she ain’t done,
Now we talkin’ ‘bout trauma ‘til quarter past one.



Emely cryin’ in a Taco Bell tee,
Dirty feet out and her chest on free.
Sayin’ “I just need love,” while she burps in her sleep,
You a mess, girl… but you still my queen.

Fartin’ like thunder, still tryna be sweet,
Netflix paused, and your heart on repeat.
Yeah you wild, but you comfy with me,
Late-night Emely — my midnight freak.



She barefoot walkin’ on the kitchen floor,
Toes look like they been through a muddy war.
Back on the bed, talkin’ ‘bout “one more snack,”
Open up a drawer, and it’s all just packs.

Nipples peakin’ out like they need some air,
I ain’t mad — but girl, it’s everywhere.
She ventin’ deep, while the vibe get hot,
But the chips crunch louder than the words she drop.


She say “hold me close,” then she starts to cry,
Then she farts twice… girl, I can’t lie.
You confusing, you loud, but you all I adore,
Just keep them toes off my pillow, I implore.



Emely cryin’ in her sweats and socks,
Got a heart full of feels and a bag full of Crocs.
She want deep talks, while I want to sleep,
But damn it, girl, your weird runs deep.

You my chaos, my snack queen, my sleepy song,
Even when your timing always feels so wrong.
So bring them tears, bring the crumbs, let’s keep,
Late-night Emely — forever with me.