The Recluse

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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”

(Enter sleigh bells stage left/stage right)

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 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 and whispers…

(Enter woman singing)

“yr 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…