Linoleum

Linoleum
Linoleum

Possessions never meant
anything to me
I'm not crazy
We'll 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
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 ...
That's me inside your head