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I’m home again, here I spent my childhood
Here my parents taught me to live
Once again, being told how I should
Do those chores and this stuff and that thing
Cheer me up, my familiar treehouse
Even though I’m too big to get in
Just please arouse
Everything you used to make me feel
Is that me missing the way I could not reach the ceiling
Or is that this ceiling now pressing me down?
Back then, it always gave me creepy feelings
But now, all I see there is simply a clown
Isn’t that me, why can’t you recognize me any longer?
Have I changed so much it’s not me anymore, give or take
I’ve grown up, and I won’t hide behind my mom’s skirt now
But the monsters have withered with age and won’t be there to keep me awake
Can you really unlearn to have fun
I don’t fancy chalking the wall
I don’t see myself taking a run
I’m not going to answer the call
Of sunbeams in my window that mean that it’s time
To wake up, to get down to the street
So past my prime
And not a single loophole to cheat
Is that me missing the way I could not reach the ceiling
Or is that this ceiling now pressing me down?
Back then, it always gave me creepy feelings
But now, all I see there is simply a clown
Isn’t that me, why can’t you recognize me any longer?
Have I changed so much it’s not me anymore, give or take
I’ve grown up, and I won’t hide behind my mom’s skirt now
But the monsters have withered with age and won’t be there to keep me awake
Summertime, no school, no strict schedule
Almost as if I’m back as a child
Almost as if I could feel so special
So careless and happy and wild
But a glimpse in the mirror returns me
To the normal that I have become
And I’m suddenly reaching the ceiling
And it’s suddenly pressing me down
Is that me missing the way I could not reach the ceiling
Or is that this ceiling now pressing me down?
Back then, it always gave me creepy feelings
But now, all I see there is simply a clown
Isn’t that me, why can’t you recognize me any longer?
Have I changed so much it’s not me anymore, give or take
I’ve grown up, and I won’t hide behind my mom’s skirt now
But the monsters have withered with age and won’t be there to keep me awake