I wake, alone, in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake, alone, 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
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 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
"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
Home, Home, Home, Home, Home, Home
“You’re in my web now
You’re in my web now
You’re in my web now"