| I wake, alone In a woman's room I hardly know I wake, alone And pretend that I am finally home The room is littered With her books, and notebooks I imagine what they say Like 'Shoe fly don't bother me' I can hardly get myself out of the bed For fear of Never lying in this bed again Oh Christ I'm not that desperate, Oh no, Oh God, I am. How did I end up here to begin with? I don't know Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please don't Barrage me with the questions to all those ugly 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 til she comes home and whispers 'You're in my web now I've come to wrap you up tight Til 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 (you're in my web now |
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| Song: The Recluse Artist: Cursive CD: The Ugly Organ |