Cursive - The Recluse

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I wake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone
and pretend that I am finally home

Her room is littered with her books
and notebooks
I imagine what they say
like, "Shoe fly, don't bother me"

and I can hardly get myself out of her bed
for fear of never lying in this bed again
Oh christ -- I'm not that desperate --
oh no, oh god, i am

How'd I end up here to begin with?
I don't know
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh, please don't barage me with the questions
to all those lovely answers
My ego's like my stomach
it keeps shitting what I feed it

but maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore
maybe I can wait in bed till she get's home
and whispers, "You're in my web now
I've come to wrap you up tight till it's time to bite down"

I wake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone
and pretend that I am finally home
home