Like an A-frame, you can touch it
Like a souvenir, poking in your pocket
Like a rubber band, leaves a thumbprint
Like a handful of sand in your armpit
A collector's mind
I get a whiff and I'm paying any price
Nobody can deny that you're making me work for it
I can't ignore it
Lucky number twenty-four and it won't quit
Like a headache strapped on a rocket
Like a Phillips-head stuck in the socket
A collector's mind (a collector's mind)
Looking back, it looks better all the time
Nobody would deny that you're making me work for it
Like a smoking section of an airplane
Like a dog tag with your brother's name
Like a ring full of keys to old haunts
It's the smell of your house growing up
Like a spark hits a dumpster and goes up in flames
Once you spot it everything will start to change, start to change
I have a piece of your life
In a pocket of mine
Have another man's life
In a pocket of mine