Ottoman

Lonely home with the couch rolled out

With your head full of clouds

And your eyes alive with yourself

Sinking in

Know it ain't far

Ain't that you're gonna fall down

And it might be nice to break in the night

And it might be right

But I wonder and I wonder which way is out

Of this cloud

How are you gonna find your way?

I'll knock at the sound

Maybe vacate the air

You breathe in and out

And I stare

Sinking in

Filled too far

Wondering which way is the end

Flipping the page 'cause I can't stand the thought

Turning past the story

Get to the end and I'm out

Of this bloody room

With the sound of the air drifting over

I'd like to be home

Sitting on my couch

With my feet up on the ottoman

Take away the ouch

I'm home

I'm home

Sinking in

With the thought of your doubt

When I'm thinking this through

I know it's bitter

And you might be gone

And I might be alone

But at least I've got my couch

And my feet up on the ottoman

And I'm home