The Recluse

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, "Shoo 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 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 till she comes 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

You're in my web now

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