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