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