Il testo della The recluse

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Data di rilascio : 24/11/2014

Durata : 0:03:02

Stile : Alternative

I wake alone, ina 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 with 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.

"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.

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