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 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 to the floor. My closest friend linoleum. Linoleum. Supports my head give 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