I want to look like Thom Yorke in the mornings
At times when I walk along glass walls
When I take showers
I want to look like Thom Yorke
Because asymmetry is the new black and white and noir
And because my skull is too round and heavy
Only if it was heavy like alabaster
Not kitchen knives
I want to have bones sticking out of my everything
You people disgust me
Can I sound like Saturn in the mornings
Like old Depeche Mode
Or like Police and their inverted rhythms
Could I please be someone else tonight
Maybe the girl I saw all those years ago
Maybe someone’s wife
A dog in a wealthy family
I just want to look like not me
Only a someone
The skin I live in needs to be washed
