house of Laine

And when you are 17 you’ll meet an older man 

You’ll feel chosen and seen 

but his heart is full of a sinner’s plan 

You’ll move away from home, becoming cold 

He’ll come to your rescue 

Telling you nobody understands you the way he does

You’ll use the rest of your youth 

Playing pretend with a man far too old 

He’ll raise his voice 

then apologize once he sees the tears in your eyes 

But after so many cries, he’ll forget to care 

Your mother will tell you she was worried 

But you’ll defend him in every room 

His patterns, now belonging to you 

And when you finally decide this isn’t what you want 

He’ll leave first 

so you don’t have the chance 

to make the choice for yourself

He will find a way to control you 

Even when you’re out of his hands