I wake alone, ina 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 parrage me with 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 ’til 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

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