You’re so afraid. You’ll sit on that chair in that room and tell us forever what scares you today. You’re afraid of men, you’re afraid of your job, you’re afraid of success, you’re afraid to lose your hair. You’re afraid to change, you’re afraid of the night, the weekend, the winter, whatever. You’ve never lost a thing in your life. You need to sit there and tell us how it’s scary to have it all; the house and the man and the dog and the job and the money. I’m afraid of being alone you’ll say (again) I’m afraid of being in love. And they’ll throw their arms around you and say yeah I’m so afraid too and somehow we’re just going to have to get through it and you’re afraid of guns and planes and arabs and women. You’re afraid of your dad and you’re afraid you’re getting old. You’re afraid of intimacy and we all need to hear it, night after night, week after week, you’ve got it all and you don’t even know it.
I don’t have time. I’m now, I’m gorgeous, I’m shooting through. I’m a bullet, I’m a tank, I’m a skyscraper jumper, plummeting to earth. I’m moving in slow motion, I’m exploding the car. I’m a city on fire. I’m a man, I’m fucking the earth. I’m due, I’m on, I’m pouring salt in the wounds. The lights can’t catch me, I’m sliding through the night. I’ve lost her, I’ve lost you, I have it all. I ain’t afraid of shit.