Linoleum Lyrics

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 dog who pisses on my floor
That's right I've got a floor
So what? So what? So what? All I've got
Pockets full of Kleenex and lint holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And right back on 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 head
Sporting a pocket full of change

That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin
Screaming gibberish

That's me on the back of the bus
That's me lying in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head

That's me inside your head