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."



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 Witht He 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 Until 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 Harldy Know.

I Wake Alone - And Pretend That I Am Finally Home.



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