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 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 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
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
