I wake alone   in a woman's room I hardly know   I wake alone   and pretend that I am finally home      Her room is littered with her books   and notebooks   I imagine what they say   like, shoo fly dont 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 barage 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   home