Emily Hurd: SONGS

It’s crowded in this tiny flat; I can’t see where my floor is at.
I buried myself in just like a tomb.
I got cookbooks lining my front deck and records right up to my neck.
But baby, I have got some space for you.

My living room is where I eat and comb my hair and brush my teeth.
My bed just barely fits inside my room.
I got no where to lay out straight…got no chair that holds my weight.
But baby, I have got some space for you.

My counter top’s all filled with Glens. I don’t know where my toaster went.
My pantry’s chock full of organic food.
So maybe there’s no room to dance without stepping on my plants.
Baby, I have got some space for you.

My spice rack’s doubling as art. I still can’t tell the two apart;
I lost my wall to post-its…posters too.
Yeah, it’s crowded in this tiny flat, but honey do not mind bout that.
Baby, I have got some space for you.


Written by Emily Hurd