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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clint Schnase
Drums
Gretta Cohn
Cello
Jenny Lewis
Additional Vocals
Matt Maginn
Bass
Mike Mogis
Vibraphone
Ted Stevens
Guitar
Tim Kasher
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cursive
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A. J. Mogis
Engineer
Doug Van Sloun
Mastering Engineer
Mike Mogis
Producer
Tim Kasher
Producer
Lyrics
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
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Writer(s): Gretta Mindy Cohn, Tim James Kasher, Theodore James Stevens, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Clinton Frederick Schnase
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