On Your Own

A minor novelty Worn, torn, and draped with comedy Perched up high upon your shelf All tense and no sense for oneself To no applause To stand on your own I never knew I could be A stranger in my own home A faint silhouette Mismatched against a different palette Lost amongst the cast and crew All tense and no sense, who knew? To no applause To stand on your own I never knew I could be A stranger in my own home I will rearrange the room to suit my view I will rearrange the stage to suit my view And I won't continue to break, bend, or shape for you no more And I won't continue to break, bend, or shape anymore