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