Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy cuz 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