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 lyin' 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 stomache
It keeps shittin' what I feed it

But maybe I don't wanna 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 '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
You're in my web now
You're in my web now
You're in my web now