The Recluse - Cursive

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»