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 on to the floor

My closest friend linoleum

Linoleum

Supports my head, gives me something to believe

That's me on the beach side combing the sand

Metal meter in my hand

Sporting a pocket full of change

That's me on 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