| If I could do what I want I’d become an electrician
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| I’d climb inside my head and I’d rearrange the wires in my brain
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| A different me would be inhabiting this body
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| Have two cars, a garage, a job and I would go to church on Sunday
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| A diagram of faulty circuitry explains how I was made
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| And now the engineer is listening as I voice all my complaints
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| From an orchestra of shaking metal keeping me awake
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| I was just wondering if there was any way that you made a mistake
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| Because I miss it the way that I miss nicotine
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| If it makes me feel better, how bad can it be?
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| Well I heard there’s a fix for everything
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| Then why, then why, then why, then why not me?
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| The 1st of April saw the sickening repair
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| Wore my best shirt to the clinic decorated with the laminate name
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| No one is laughing from an audience of folding plastic chairs
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| And I’m not fooled when you tell me that you’re glad I came
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| Am I just honest to admit or just a hypocrite?
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| I know I should be being optimistic but I’m doubtful I can change
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| Grit my teeth and try to act deserving
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| When I know there’s nowhere I can hide from your humiliating grace
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| Cause if you swear that it’s true then I have to believe
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| What I hear evangelicals say on TV
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| And if there’s enough left after everyone else
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| Then why, then why, then why, then why not me? |