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 beachside 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