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 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 witht he 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 until 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 harldy know.
I wake alone - and pretend that I am finally home.
home.
