Possessions 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 important 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