Red Rug

Sitting on this red rug, I think I’m here to stay

And I can’t seem to figure out if I’m in the way

Sitting on my black chair again

I’m worried that I’m just in my way

I’m sitting in the way

Box full of dishes

Dresser’s in the kitchen

I’m trying to tell myself that this is what home’s all about

I dont know why it’s so hard for me to realize

I’m getting in the way of myself

Sitting on my black chair again

I’m worried that I’m just in my way

I’m sitting in the way