Paul Eugene

Possessions never meant anything to me. I'm not crazy. Well thats not true I've got a bed, a guitar and a dog named dog that pisses on my floor. So what? I've got pockets full of lint and holes, where everything important to me just seems to fall right down my leg and onto the floor. My closest friend linolium. Supports my head, gives me something to beleive. Thats me on the beachside combing the sand, metal meter in my hand, sportin a pocket full of change. Thats me on the street with the violin under my chin, playin with a grin, singing giberish, Thats me on the back of the bus. Thats me in the cell. Thats me inside your head.