Linoleum lyrics

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 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 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 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