A little piece of nothing

A change of head

I wonder...

...does it hurt when we change our mind?

Cause I see you from the corner of my eye...

Making very serious efforts,

Muscles contracted,

To make the wires untangle in your brain.

But I got a friend, she is such a lovely...

She changes her head every other day

To suit the vibes

She said it hurts like a bitch when she does...

She's got a wardrobe full of heads.

All alive, mind you, not dead!

On the shelf,

I suspect them to sing pop songs.

(but this only when no one's home)

When she comes back from work, she

puts her head back on the shelf

For a rest

And makes sure all the other heads are fed.

So I wonder.... does it hurt?

When we change our mind?

Cause I thought a change of mind would be...

Almost nothing...

...compared to that!