I wish that I could get up in the early morning time.
Things would fall out of the sky into my lap.
I wish I had the brain of a tyrannosaurus rex,
So that I wouldn’t have to deal with all this crap.

I wish that I’d been born with skin that turned to golden brown,
While at the beach relaxing in summer time.
I wish that I was good at football, baseball and lacrosse,
Darts and basketball, and poker, golf and chess.

I’m sorry that they didn’t hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to become
The man you think I should aspire to.

I wish I had the genes of Edwardo Verastegui,
That I was effortlessly masculine as well.
I wish that confidence was all you could see in my eyes,
Like those interviews in locker rooms with talented sports guys.

I wish I had no self-awareness like the guys I know;
Float right through their lives without a thought.
And that I didn’t give a shit what anybody thought of me;
That I was so relaxed you’d think that I was bored.

I’m sorry that they didn’t hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to become
The man you think I should aspire to.

I’m sorry that they didn’t hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to become
The man you think I should aspire to.

I’m sorry that they didn’t hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to become
The man you think I should aspire to.

I’m sorry that they didn’t hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to become
The man you think I should aspire to.

I’m sorry that they didn’t hand it to me
On a silver platter, like they did to you.

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