Living Room Floor

Woke up nearly six 'o clock
 It was our last day in Vermont
 One of us was still missing
 Staying at Tommy's place
 Doing nothing but playing for no pay
 And anybody who wanted to listen
 Tommy had a buddy had turned 21
 At midnight just a couple hours before
 And I looked to my left, seen him wake up laughing
 On a blanket, on some bullshit
 All alone on the living room floor
 On the living room floor
 And I keep a portrait in my pocket
 Of myself the year I got stung
 By that silly man, woah
 You could see the fire in my eyes
 When he fired off to no surprise
 He didn't come to give a damn
 And the bottle of merlot fell over
 When he got up to go
 And finally slammed the door
 Wait, what have we got left?
 Seen it come up easy
 Blood and baking soda
 Scrubbing on my rug on the living room floor
 On the living room floor
 On the living room floor
 And I am in my own lane
 I will not let myself down
 I am in my own place
 I am my own house
 And I am in my own lane
 I will not let myself down
 I am in my own place
 I am my own house
 I am in my own lane
 I will not let myself down
 And sing it, I am in my own place
 I am my own house
 I am in my own lane
 I will not let myself down
 I am in my own place
 I am my own house
 Yes, indeed I am
 And when my old man come to visit
 He said, "Is it ever tough to look back?
 Does it get too loud?"
 Woah, ah
 "Do you ever wish
 You could have done them things you never done?
 "Are you sentimental mama, are you proud?"
 Woah, oh
 "And you didn't have to order out for me
 I know it's something that you can't afford
 Have you got any left?"
 Tell him babe, I made this with my own hands
 Ain't it something, sitting cross-legged
 'Cause we haven't got a table yet, oh
 Saving up, gonna get a few chairs, get a whole set
 And I got my bed and my closet and a living room floor
 Woah, I got a living room floor
 And I got it deep down in my soul