All we are is all we are   Something in the way that we were made   Of chromosomes and crooked bones   Happiness is all that remains   But sometimes it seems,   I’m hopelessly just pushing for the world to elect me      I believe in Novacane   The numbing of the senseless and the vain   And if I held a loaded gun   Would you reveal to me your compassion?   Fashionably, I wearing down the inches of Mercury, in me   Won’t somebody please   Please choose me      And if I found the way to purge   I’m confident I’d forget the words   I’m thinking again   The truth is never all that it seems, seems to be   Won’t somebody please   Please elect me   Please choose me