Linoleum

Possessions never meant anything to me

I'm not crazy

Well that's not true, I've got a bed

And a guitar

And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor

That's right, I've got a floor

So what? So what? So what?

I've got pockets full of

Kleenex and lint and holes

Where everything important to me

Just seems to fall right down my leg

And onto the floor

My closest friend linoleum

Linoleum

Supports my head

Gives me something to believe

That's me on the beachside, combing the sand

Metal meter in my hand

Sporting a pocket full of change

That's me in the street with a violin under my chin

Playing with a grin

Singing gibberish

That's me on the back of the bus

That's me in the cell

That's me inside your head

That's me inside your head

That's me inside your head