Lyrics Page

Possessions never meant anything to me

I’m not crazy

Well that’s not true, I’ve got a bed, and guitar

And 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 klenex 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

Support 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 chance

That’s men 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