Emerson

Baptised by a pedophile in a church that reeks of oak and death

My parents raised a happy child in the house at the bottom of Emerson

Now every time I go home

All I do is sleep

I don't know what kind of twisted hold my childhood bedroom has on me

When I finally feel like I've moved on

I keep ending up back where I was

Guess I've never escaped this for too long

It's the morning

I'm just waking up

Well I've got a bad feeling

All the wrong things are turning me on

So I'll fix my eyes on the ceiling

And pretend that I like this a lot

(I actually like this a lot)

While lying in my bed

You said I'll never meet anyone like you

Well I just laughed it off at the time

But now I'm terrified that it's not true

When I finally feel like I've moved on

I keep ending up back where I was

Guess I've never escaped you for too long

It's the morning

I'm just waking up

So I'll get out of bed

Put my shoes on

All my bookshelves are covered in dust

Guess I've never escaped me for too long

Guess I've only ever been who I was

Only ever been who I was