Maybe Man

[Verse 1: Jack Met] Wish I was a stone so I couldn't feel You'd yell in my face, it'd be no big deal But I'd miss the way we make up and smile Don't wanna be stone, I changed my mind [Verse 2: Jack Met] I wish I had eyes in the back of my head Then I could see the places I've been But then I would know that you're talkin' shit I don't wanna know what my friends think [Verse 3: Jack Met] Wish I were my dog out on the lawn I'd be so glad when I hear you come home But if I were my dog, I wouldn't live long I'm sure gonna miss her when she's gone [Verse 4: Jack Met] I wish I could act in a show on TV 'Cause then I could practice not bein' me I'll practice my cry, put it into my reel But you won't believe me when I cry for real [Verse 5: Jack Met] I wish that my brain would triple in size I'd nail every joke, I'd win every fight But I'd get too deep with that kind of mind I don't wanna know the point of life [Verse 6: Jack Met] In some other life, I would be rich I'd travel in style, I'd cover the bill But couldn't complain 'bout anything small Nobody'd feel bad for me at all [Verse 7: Jack Met] If I was cocaine or a bottle of Jack I'd get invited to every frat But when you get old and your good days are passed You'll only want me when you're sad [Verse 8: Jack Met] Wish I was a song, your favorite one You'd follow the dance to me at your prom I would be there when your baby is born For two or three minutes, then I'm gone [Verse 9: Jack Met] I wish I was big, as big as my house I'd sleep on the trees, I'd skip every crowd But I wouldn't fit on my therapist's couch God, I could really use him now [Verse 10: Jack Met] I wish I was God, I'd never trip up And if I did, well, so fuckin' what? I could be cruel and break all your stuff Yeah, I'd be loved no matter what [Verse 11: Jack Met] But if I was God, it'd get kinda weird 'Cause you would only say what I wanna hear And then you would die, you'd love me to death I'd never know who the hell I am [Verse 12: Jack Met] I wish I was me, whoever that is I could just be and not give a shit Hey, I'll be whatever makes you a fan 'Cause I don't know who the hell I am [Outro: Jack Met & Rob Piccione] One, two, pandemonium One, two, pandemonium Here I go again One, two, pandemonium Here I go again One, two, pandemonium One, two Here I go again