Página inicial > Pós-Punk > C > Cursive > The Recluse

The Recluse


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 flie don't bother me'
I can hardly get myself out of the 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 these ugly answers
my ego's like my stomache
it keeps shitting what i feed it
or maybe i don't want to finish anything
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

Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção >

esta música

Ouça estações relacionadas a Cursive no Vagalume.FM