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