Brandon McCaig Wanna Be God Copyright (c) 2003 Brandon McCaig (Yes, the first verse is a bit of a mouthful...) (Also, yes, I still need to markup the slang...) You've said on many occasions that you haven't forgotten me And you say that your sorry, but lately you've been super busy You're not much on the phone and don't hang out with friends in the summer And this E-mail will be short; you've gotta go, or you feel tired Or you've gotta call a lot of friends back, so you'll keep it short I've gotta say that sounds backwards, but I'll hold off with my retort And you're not ignoring me, y'all walked off, but not to get away from me It's just a coincidence that everytime I approach you've gotta take a leak And y'all never found me in the halls, if I found you you'd leave When I try to converse it's like I'm talking to a machine And yet you say that you're my friend, actin' like we're cool I'd like to think that I know you, but probably don't, who are you? Friends I'm cool with; I'd be hurt if they left Would you think twice about me if I surrendered to death? Or if I moved away, got signed, wrote an album about my life And told the world how I feel about you inside I wanna be God So I could be on top I'd never feel no pain I'd always have a job I'd never get played By a beautiful lady I feel so lonely Because I haven't heard from you lately God must be chauvenistic because he designed people like this What, for humans to work one gender must be naturally dominant? You're religious, and stand by God through thick and through thin That's probably why I'm writing this about why I want to be him Cause I just want you to be with me; I wanna be with you I wanna hold you in my arms my lifespan through I wanna protect you from this world that we are living in Cause I don't trust it; God, could you redesign it for <subject_name_here> Rewrite the programmin', so she never feels pain again At the thought of it give her any and everythin' Cause that's what I would do, if I was you, if I was God Maybe God isn't really God because this world was built wrong And God should probably be able to built a perfect fucking world, shouldn't he? He's supposed to be the most goddamn powerful being And if in all of existence nothing can produce perfection Maybe creation is not even worth all of the stress, and All of the imperfection that seems to go with being All the motherfucking blind that can't experience seeing All the motherfucking deaf who never get to hear nothin' Fuck, if I was God this world would come with instructions I think we need an explanation, I need clarification I'm trippin', if I were God I'd do away with gravitation But then again, everything always seems to work out in the end And pain I'm feeling always seems to right itself or make sense So maybe God is doing his job and he deserves a second chance But you better watch yourself, Lord, you better improve performance Cause I don't know it's going to work out and trusting you is difficult Because things always seem to drag on 'til the grenade pin is pulled And the chaos meter fills, and my brain lacks all those sane chemicals That balance out these feelings that are pumping rage into my genitals And control is shifted from my head down to my balls And thinking isn't worth the thought Rather irrational thinking's all I think about And the thought of her with other men has got me wantin' to brawl So I don't care if I'm outnumbered, overpowered, or staring down a pistol Knife on my throat, blood on the carpet, or splattered on the fucking wall I may be crazy by your standards, but to me I'm being thoughtful Cause, <subject_name_here>, not hearing from you tripped me, now I've stumbled to a fall And to think, this may have been avoided with an E-mail or a call