faces

I wish I had a face for every day. 
I could keep them in a jar like 
  Eleanor Rigby
trade in my old face and
    mold a new one into place
when I wanted a change.

Then no one would know what I was thinking, and I could hide behind expressionlessness and I could say anything without pretending to believe the bullshit coming out of my mouth. (You're a jackass and you know I know it.)