Poster and Intimacy

Dangling from the side of the bed was my head...
Dangling from the other side was my head...
Hanging down from the four walls was my head...
Beating around like a wild creature without aim...
That wasn't my head, finally, she said...
But that's because I forgot my head...
Dangling from the side of the bed...
Running off naked through the sidewalks that lead to somewhere
But somewhere probably I wouldn't know because I can't see ahead
And I said I was naked but I lied, I was probably not
But I knew not, because I left my feelings dangling from the side of the bed..
Without enough sleep, without enough feeling to feed the veins
I felt my head was a useless weight, so I cut it out..
Then I was terrified but I couldn't make my body feel it
And it just didn't know what was going on
So it just began running through the sidewalks, probably not naked though
That would've been... a little embarrassing
Although no one would've known it was me!
Because it was my headless body!

Awakened by the next tune in my playlist, I realize that my head was still here..
But wait, what's that then, dangling from the side of my bed?
And hanging all around the room, am I seeing the dead?
Or just simple hallucinations?
Or am I simply going out of my mind, and it's everywhere but my head?