Cursive
Текст песни The Recluse

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."
I can hardly get myself out of the 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 barrage me with the questions
To all those lovely 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.