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