Living Room - Dylan Scott

A milk crate coffee table

A ragged, worn out Lazy Boy

From the Goodwill store

Not much more

This twenty-two inch TV

Curtains made of bed sheets

And a bucket on the floor

When it rains and pours

Front to back it’s four hundred square feet

That’s what you get when you tell her you need

A little living room

Some space to breathe

I can spend my Friday nights

Doing what I please

It’s mine all night

But honestly

I can’t figure out just what to do

With all this living room

First week felt like freedom

But lately I ain’t sleeping

I just wait by the phone

Trying not to call

Last night the boys came over

We played a little poker

But when they went home

I never felt so alone

I miss you and me on our old couch

What made me think I couldn’t do without

A little living room

Some space to breathe

A Friday night ain’t nothing like

It’s cracked up to be

It’s mine all night

But honestly

I can’t figure out just what to do

With all this living room

It’s mine all night

But what you can’t see

Just feels more like I’m dying without you

In this living room

Alone in this living room