how does the world perceive me perceiving myself? all i care to do is sip on beer and chocolate milk i'm frightened more than usual, lately i do not translate into 'one of the boys' 'lotus flower' or 'chinita' i'm just ES and i'd prolly rather nap than wonder, restlessly: will ya ever be impressed by me? mom doesn't think i fit into the darling archetype, but that's an ancient pair of jeans and my thighs are crafted holy, rolling thunder forget the numbers forget the numbers, please
every goddamn family reunion,
someone's got somethin' to say how didja become this way?
as if i've made a mistake meanwhile, they've slaughtered the cake