Baptized 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 bending the back where I was.
Yes, I've never escaped this for too long. It's the morning I'm just waking up.
But 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.
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 bending the back where I was.
Yes, 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.
Yes, I've never escaped me for too long. Yes, I've only ever been who I was.
Yes, I've only ever been who I was.
Yes, I've only ever been who I was.