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
combin' 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