The Bedroom You Grew Up In

[Verse 1]
I didn't want to be in the bedroom you grew up in
The room that you were sent to and occasionally shut in
But that's where I was put, a prisoner inside
And that is where I slept that night

[Verse 2]
Posters on the wall of the bedroom you grew up in
Some novels by Franz Kafka and a painting of a coffin
And that is where I browsed your bookshelves and LPs
And found some that had belonged to me

[Bridge]
Your father wanted to talk about your will and that was chilling
And he asked for my opinion, I was unwilling
We watched videos of the news
Motives were confused in that small sitting room

[Verse 3]
And so I packed my bags and left the bedroom you grew up in
With one glance at the photos, a diploma and a cup
From which the two of us drank champagne
Before we both threw up
And you slept with my old girlfriend

[Verse 4]
And now your father's gone, someone sold your home
Another boy is growing up there
Maybe buying records, getting stoned
Don't tell him that he's making a museum of memories
'Cause none of them belong to you and me
Don't tell him that he's making a museum of memories
And never make me go back
Never make me go back please