Someone Else

I need to walk away.
 I know I can not stay.
 I swear I'd love to play
 with someone else.
 Right here below the stairs.
 So fast a zipper tears.
 Conducting my affairs
 with someone else.
 Lord knows...
 Lord knows I want to.
 I feel my heart rate change.
 Instead of feeling strange,
 the beats move back in range
 of someone else.
 My egg shell cracks a bit.
 Ray shielding takes a hit.
 I feel the benefit
 of someone else.
 Break down.
 Lord knows I need to.
 I'll only take a sip.
 One little taste.
 It's just a minor shift,
 then back in place.
 Just under there,
 beneath the waxy glare,
 you'll scream and pull my hair
 as someone else.
 A fragile change of plan.
 I know you understand
 this shatterproof demand
 for someone else.
 Strip down.
 Lord knows you want to.