if i could do what i want i would become an electrician i d climb inside my ears and i would rearrange the wires in my brain a different me would be inhabiting this body i d have two cars a garage a job and i would go to church on sunday a diagram of faulty circuitry explains how i was made and now the engineer is listening as i voice all my complaints from an orchestra of shaking metal keeping me awake i was just wondering if there s any way that you made a mistake because i miss you the way that i miss nicotine if it makes me feel better how bad could it be well i heard there s a fix for everything then why then why then why then why not me the 1st of april saw the sickening repair wore my best shirt to the clinic decorated with a laminate name no one is laughing from an audience of folding plastic chairs and i m not fooled when you tell me that you re glad i came am i honest to admit or just a hypocrite i know i should be being optimistic but i m doubtful i can change grit my teeth and try to act deserving when i know there is nowhere i can hide from your humiliating grace because if you swear that it s true then i have to believe what i hear evangelicals say on tv and if there s enough left after everyone else then why then why then why then why not me 2