My Own Place

I picked the table by the window

Put the couch against the wall

Changed my mind and moved it sideways

Just because I can, that’s all

There’s a picture slightly crooked

I could fix it if I cared

But I kind of like it better

Knowing I can leave it there

No one needs a reason

No one needs to say

Where the little things belong

I get to choose that every day

This is my own place

My door, my room, my space

Every little corner

Has a choice I got to make

I can fill it up with music

I can let it all go quiet

I can change the whole arrangement

In the middle of the night

This is my own place

And I’m learning what that means

It’s not only where I’m living

It’s a life that looks like me

I can eat beside the window

I can stay up way too late

I can leave a cup there till tomorrow

Who exactly’s gonna complain?

I can turn the lights down softer

I can dance across the floor

I can spend an hour deciding

What I want this shelf here for

Maybe none of this is special

Maybe people do it all the time

But I’ve never had a somewhere

That was only mine to define

This is my own place

My door, my room, my space

Every little corner

Has a choice I got to make

I can fill it up with music

I can let it all go quiet

I can change the whole arrangement

In the middle of the night

This is my own place

And I’m learning what that means

It’s not only where I’m living

It’s a life that looks like me

Funny how a chair can matter

When you chose exactly where it goes

Funny how an empty room

Can slowly turn into a home

No audience, no questions

No one watching what I do

Just a key inside my pocket

And a place I made come true

This is my own place

My door, my room, my space

Every little thing around me

Is exactly where I say

Maybe I’ll fill it up with colors

Maybe I’ll change them all someday

Nothing here has to be perfect

I can make it my own way

This is my own place

And I think I understand

Freedom isn’t always something

Big enough to make a stand

Sometimes freedom is a doorway

And the key that’s in my hand

A quiet room that’s waiting

For the life that I have planned

My own window

My own light

My own morning

My own night

My own choices

My own pace

My own life

My own place