A Stick In A Room

I might be here, I’m never there, In or out you wouldn’t care, There’s no need for us to loom, You’ll need me no time soon… Don’t mistake me for your mop, You only see me when in bloom, But I as I sit here in the corner, I’m nothing but…a stick in a room… A stick in a room A stick in a room A stick in a room I could’ve been a bow an arrow, A makeshift baseball bat to swing, But there’s only space for gloom, For I am just…a stick in a room A stick in a room A stick in a room A stick in a room What if in fact I had a soul, Or made a perfect fishing pole, I prayed they wrote me off too soon, But the truth is I am just…a stick in a room A stick in a room A stick in a room A stick in a room