C
E
Possesions never meant anything to me
Am
I'm not crazy
G
F
G
Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
C
E
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
Am
That's right, I've got a floor
G
F
G
So what, so what, so what?
C
E
I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Am
G
F
Where everything important to me
G
C
Just seems to fall right down my leg
E
And on to the floor
Am
G
F
My closest friend linoleum
G
C
Linoleum
G
Am
F
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
C
G
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Am
Metal meter in my hand
F
Sporting a pocket full of change
C
G
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Am
F
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
C
G
That's me on the back of the bus
Am
That's me in the cell
F
That's me inside your head
C
G
Am
F
That's me inside your hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeaaaaaaadddddd
C
G
Am
F
That's me inside your head