Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clint Schnase
Clint Schnase
Drums
Gretta Cohn
Gretta Cohn
Cello
Jenny Lewis
Jenny Lewis
Additional Vocals
Matt Maginn
Matt Maginn
Bass
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Vibraphone
Ted Stevens
Ted Stevens
Background Vocals
Tim Kasher
Tim Kasher
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cursive
Cursive
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A. J. Mogis
A. J. Mogis
Engineer
Doug Van Sloun
Doug Van Sloun
Mastering Engineer
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Producer
Tim Kasher
Tim Kasher
Producer

Lyrics

I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone, 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, am I?
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, pretend that I am finally home
Home, home
Home, home
Home, home
"You're in my web now
You're in my web now
You're in my web now"
Written by: Cursive
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