Its irritating how much you want to know something for sure, although you know that the answer is something that you won't want to hear. These days...

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Posessions never meant anything to me
im not crazy
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 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 seem to fall right down my leg
and on to the floor
my closest friend linoleum, linoleum.
supports my head
give me something to believe
Thats me, on the beach side combing the sand
metal meter in my hand
sporting a pocket full of change
thats me on the street with the violin under my chin
playing with a grin
singing gibberish
thats me on the back of the bus
thats me in the cell
thats me inside your head

thats me inside your head.