Vinegar and Waiting
Style: Country waltz

[Verse 1]
Standing at the back of the line
Cold hands wrapped around what's mine
Vinegar soaking through the paper
Still I'd wait for you till later

[Pre-chorus]
It's never really about the chips
It's the way I think of you between bites and sips
Something in me building, wanting to be said

[Chorus]
Emery, you make the waiting sweet
You turn a queue into something neat
Every small thing feels like a memory
When I'm walking home with you next to me

[Verse 2]
Salt falling like it's snowing
Warmth against the wind that's blowing
You laugh at something plain and small
And somehow that's the best part of it all

[Chorus]
Emery, you make the waiting sweet
You turn a queue into something neat
Every small thing feels like a memory
When I'm walking home with you next to me

[Bridge]
I don't need the fancy or the new
I just need this, and I need you
Nothing shining, nothing loud
Just you, and me, unbothered by the crowd

[Chorus]
Emery, you make the waiting sweet
You turn a queue into something neat
Every small thing feels like a memory
When I'm walking home with you next to me

[Outro]
The paper's gone, the vinegar too
But I still remember standing there with you

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