The Last Laugh

What do you expect to see when you walk into my house?
2 small living rooms with rustic charm
A little cramped...but homey
A little brown...but still homey
Not really something to brag about to rich friends...but homey still

But what happens one day when I walk in my house
To find a living room and a half empty one?
The only thing left of living room two
Are the windows, the two sets of shelves, and the TV stand with the itty-bitty Christmas tree

"Where's the living room?"
"Gone."
"...Why?"
"Because this is a dining room."
"This house isn't big enough to hold a dining room!"
(Seriously, it's not...)
"Yes, it can."
"It's not meant to have a dining room!"
(Seriously, it's not...)

"Where's the living room?"
He shakes his head in disappointment and slight irritation.
"I didn't have a say in it."
"Yeah, me neither."
"But whatever Juliet wants, Juliet gets."
Silence.

Windows and walls being washed, carpet being repeatedly vaccumed by two different kinds
One big, one small
Each trying to suck up my memories and get rid of them
Just like the kitchen, the back room, and my father's room
Everything's slowly deteriorating from my memory, each one like the last
He's out to please her
She's out to take over the house
Brother's here to live
I'm here.....WHY AM I HERE?

One day, it'll be my time to shine
To change something of theirs
And there's not a damn thing they can do about it
SWEET, SWEET VICTORY

So as the walls slowly get washed back to their blue-ish white color
And the carpet becomes the light colored brown it originally was
Just remember that I'm sitting in my room
Typing this
Listening to the obnoxious vaccum
Listening to the intoxicating words of Linkin Park
Breathing the air infected with change
Tasting victory in my reach
Picking at the hole in my brain that's crawling to my heart
Seeing my life flash before my eyes
Feeling my fingers brush along the confides of my keyboard

But what no one knows is that I'll get the last laugh
I always do