Your couch sits catty corner by the door
And the breeze blows in
Through the old bay window
And shouts out yesterday's scores

And i haven't washed up yet
But it's got some advice of course
It says just strum these chords
And i'm sure you'll find love my boy
Just strum these chords
And they'll all say they love your voice

And your blanket by the window
Loosely crocheted
By a well meaning mother
Who is yet to discover
She was making
Makeshift drapes

That trap every tempting scent
That stumbles in from
The neighbor's home smoke breaks
And i don't do that yet but
Maybe i will someday
For now i sit on the couch

And the absence adjacent me
Misplaces complacency while
Hope sings like a little bird
I caged up for company
Always reminding me
So unkindly that
Couches need people too

And your rug ornamental
From early days
A grown up purchase that you
Weren't sure was worth it
But perfect to soften a space
For us kids on our knees to
Crawl and feel free to
Fall down on our face
And now my head it hangs
As i count all the carpet stains
While we grow and we change

And the absence adjacent me
Misplaces complacency while
Hope sings like a little bird
I caged up for company
Always reminding me
So unkindly that
Couches need people too

I need people too

And the absence adjacent me
Misplaces complacency while
Hope sings like a little bird
I caged up for company
Always reminding me
So unkindly that
Couches need people too