The Recluse (Live at Park Avenue)

The Recluse (Live at Park Avenue) - 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