Lyrics: The Recluse
Album: The Ugly Organ
Artist: Cursive
 

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 barrage 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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