Headless Friends - All Human

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