What can I do about this body
Except feel no right to be wanted,
With the clouds outside mirroring my feelings.

What I would do to your body
Has never actually passed my lips,
But has played over in my mind
At least a hundred times.

You said I cared more about the people on posters than myself,
Posters that I had in my room, of people now dead
or those that never existed (of those I wanted to be).
At least that is what I imagine you saying
Played over a hundred times yes, it may be true.

But honestly I care less about those on the wall around my bed
And more about the people I dream of in it.