Face The Wall

That’s her. Her.

That’s who I want to be today. Her. The one who could kick your ass, fuck you up and fuck you over. And then fuck right off. Hate on her right knuckles, hate on her left. Bile in her heart, with her blood running poison and her mind running on empty. That one, please.

Unless. Unless, no. Not her. Her. The other one. That’s who I want to be today. Her. The one up there on the center stage. The one with the boisterous voice and smile like a magnate. The one for whom even the sun cannot out shine. The one whose heart is never full, she salivates with positives. Give me her outstretched hands and her warm embrace. Yes, absolutely. I understand it all now, thanks to her. So her, please.

No. No, I’ve changed my mind. Sorry. I want to be her. Right now, this minute, this second. That’s who I want to be today. Her. Make me her, please. She walks the walk and she talks the talk. She's got her ducks in a row and is a woman of the world. She’s got the salesman’s patter, the gift of the gab, the words at her fingertips. I’ll take that one, please.

But, oh, I don’t know. What about her? She’s got her head in the clouds and she’s not coming down. Not for anyone. She’s lost and she doesn’t care to be found. She’s seen it all and done it all. She’s gone. Well and truly. She’s stepped off. Risen to a higher plane. She’s all over. All over and out. Make me her, please. Please make me into her. That’s who I want to be today.

What? What do you mean I can't be exchanged. Here's my ID badge, take it. And my drivers licence, it's yours. Sorry about the tickets. You can have my credit cards too.Those girls on the line there, they can't see me right? Doesn't matter. I don't know who I am either.