Linoleum

Possesions never meant anything to me 
I'm not crazy (Cause I got none) 
Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar 
And a dog named dog 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 imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg 
and on 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