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 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 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" I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home "You're in my web now" Home