I awake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know.
I awake 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."
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.
Bb, Ab, C#m, B#(x3)