The Recluse

The  Recluse  -  Cursive

    I  wake  alone

    in  a  woman's  room

  I  hardly  know

  I  wake  alone

    and  pretend

  that  I  am  finally  home

  Her  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

    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  barage  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

    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

    and  pretend

  that  I  am  finally  home

    finally  home

    finally  home

    finally  home