Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living Room, artist - Dylan Scott. Album song Dylan Scott, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 03.08.2017
Record label: Curb
Song language: English
Living Room |
| 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 |