Off and on, in and out of trauma
Prone or not
By the time we reach you, you've no head so…
Like a dog in and out of traffic
Losing limbs, laid out…
Don't get up
Hung above the mantle of your father
Your tongue has rotted out
By the time we reach you, you've no head to speak of…
I believe we can get used to
Days where we lose the people we love
Holding on to bodies that we borrowed
You don't get to leave the lights on in a rental
By the time we reach you, you've no head to speak of…
I believe we can get used to
Days where we lose
The people we love
Don't get up
By the time we reach you, you've no head to speak of…
I believe we can get used to
Headless friends
Who we won't speak of