I learned the shape of the edge, the half-seat, the end of the line, how to leave a little more for everybody else but mine. I knew when to lower my eyes, when to laugh, when to let it go, all those tiny disappearing acts nobody needs to know. Then one day I stayed where I was standing. Long enough to feel the floor, long enough to think— this could be mine. This much room, this much room, I can take this much room. (Stay where you are) (This much room) La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la I can take this much room. I used to give the better chair, the last word and the better view, made an art of making space as if that's what good people do. Funny how the body knows every inch you wouldn't claim. Funny how it settles in when you stop explaining. This much room, this much room, I can take this much room. (Don't move) (This much room) La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la... (This much room) A little more... (Stay where you are) La-la-la-la-la... (This much) (A little more) Maybe I was waiting for somebody to say: you can stand there, you can want that, you can take your place. But nobody said it. [Pause] I did. This much room, this much room, I can take this much room. (This much room) (Stay where you are) (A little more) La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la (You don't have to disappear) La-la-la... (This much room) La-la-la... (A little more) This much will do. ***************** Original composition © 2026 Elelands
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