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The Recluse
by Cursive

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 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 he 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 until she comes home and
"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.

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Clint Frederick Schnase, Gretta Mindy Cohn, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Ted James Stevens, Tim Kasher

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Given that I've had this profile picture all these years, I feel like I should leave a comment on this song.


I keep coming back every little while just to see if he’s changed the pic, but it’s still the same after another 3 years.

sweetie supari

Weird flex, but ok




You don't lol. But I don't care enough to defend it.


my angsty 8th grade self loved this and now that I'm 24, I still love it :)


@Spider update: still love :)

Sill Prinka

LJ L fuck IM 35 and feel the same


Still loving it at 28? I know I am at 33 :)

Lane Kays

we're about the same angsty age! i had glasses and braces in seventh grade in a rich-county, connecticut.

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